The Unforgiven Are Those Who Reside

the unforgiven are those who reside in the bliss of resentment decades can pass and yet they return to the repetitive accusation the wind at the door that never changes its tune the one the garden rejoices in when it leaves the one in the furrows of the brain where expectations run rampant in possession of self-delusions this is how existence should be forgive, forget, and move on are steps in the furrows to heal that within we learned that long ago from a cross we were not meant to bear it we were taught to conquer it this is lost on the unforgiven failing to forgive the reflection where expectations birth resentments decades devoted to the failure of both the acerbic conversations of the unforgiven are the entertainment of misery for the emancipated who let God deal with it Oregon 8/23