Confessions of a Therapist III

III

black spots creep into my vision

despair a splash and then a wave

as hopelessness weighs on each decision

too late for me to save

they sit and stare at me

pleas and expectation in their eyes 

for a brilliant idea to set them free

regardless of their lies

but too late again i realize

that to save is not the goal 

awareness is the real prize

we find within this hole