i am seeing <br />fettered fingers <br /> <br />vine stuck upon <br />a huge rock <br /> <br />i am feeling the <br />roughness of <br /> <br />rugged dry <br />river stone <br /> <br />there is a cliff <br />someone wants <br /> <br />to jump and <br />smash <br /> <br />what is left of <br />broken memories <br /> <br />i tell myself <br />frankly <br /> <br />it could be me <br />but my brain is numb <br /> <br />and thoughts come <br />explaining <br /> <br />things are more <br />beautiful <br /> <br />when they are <br />too forgiven.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgiving-thoughts/
