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.

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgiving-thoughts/