promises, vaguely choking on dust

consciousness breaks the dawn
Like a gift descend from heaven
Welled up tears
Strengthening inabilities
Even,
maintenance with an identity

Then as in progress,
Binging on tremendous bitterness
Rejection and refusal

His words splattered
Like never before
Compelling a reluctant acceptance
And dispensing a happiness
Not in its totality

Reflections became clearer
Wiping a fuzzy vision
And then it is true
Consolations rattling on
It is true

I plunk constant
at the brim
Of peoples’ lives
Never shifting
How I yearn

Perhaps,
appropriately peripheral
And not of single worth
Only dimensionally palpable

Feeling empathy
For the inner soul
The inner soul
Struggling,
Lonely,
Shrinking away.