Sorrow

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What is it, really?

Sorrow, I mean.

Is it a reality?

Or is it only in dreams?

That's sort of ironic,

All on its own.

Since dreams should be good things,

But evils are in tow.

Can I hold it,

This "such sweet sorrow,"

Or would it seep through the cracks

Of my fingers below?

Whether long or short,

These words I write

Will forever be hidden

Just out of sight.

My soul shall not see them,

Yet here come the tears,

Along with the cold 

And my pain and my fears.

I wish I may,

I wish I might,

For just this once,

Be okay tonight.  

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