bruised pearls

the tears fall like chafe
cleansing and riding
the grit of deceit
from the bruised soul

it runs wild
looping
determinedly
....aimless
under the blue-black skies
with that umbered pearl
hanging pendulous and throbbed
a witness to
cherished resignation

its own gravel aghast
in untold and infant-decimal agonies
that pale in response
to a bairnish heartbreak

the trick is to layer thinly
like that orb
awash in blood and endearment
refract those sensations
let cope after weather
ever-ending contention
slip and slope off the contours

ahhh, to be the observation
instead of the casualty