Forgiving Thoughts
i am seeing
fettered fingers
vine stuck upon
a huge rock
i am feeling the
roughness of
rugged dry
river stone
there is a cliff
someone wants
to jump and
smash
what is left of
broken memories
i tell myself
frankly
it could be me
but my brain is numb
and thoughts come
explaining
things are more
beautiful
when they are
too forgiven.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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