Believe

- To Believe - How sad again my thoughts have become, not a little, not just some. Feelings of emptiness wash over me, if only I, could somehow see; Dwelling in the past, this time I can't spend, this pain I want, to quickly end. I try to make it go away, though here is where, it wants to stay. If only I could make it leave, in myself, I might believe... ©1993 Dorothy Carr