| Bitter Disappointment, Regret |
| Tears of bitter disappointment, Tears of regret. They roll down my cheeks, as I face the season�s end. So sudden, it�s over. No time to think, except now. Now that my sport is done. Forever. I pause to cry, as I write; this doesn�t come easily. Four years of pain, Four years of joy, all gone, in an instant. Tears of bitter disappointment, Tears of regret. Four years ago, I found my love: Running. Running, but more specifically, Cross country. The time I took, for four seasons, the pain of workouts, weightlifting, injuries, all gone, in an instant. Tears of bitter disappointment, Tears of regret dim my vision now. For four years, we have worked and strove towards a common goal: the State Meet. This year, we were great. Winning our conference, we were almost certain that we would go On To State. But we didn�t. Tears of bitter disappointment, Tears of regret. Finally fading away. The realization: The season is over. My last season is over. All gone. In an instant. |