Intent-Less

Behind my desk of daily duties I hide obliged, blind in perceived intent in days debilitating me, grinding relentless against my need to find meaning… my bleeding mind leaning against my breaching heart, preaching intent I cannot grasp. I gasp for a breath of substance of a sort, distort in my own demand of dithering paths like a slithering mole sniffing the trodden ground… drowning in my intentless surround. My splotched mind now fired up on a frigid stove, an imposter, a trove dug up and claimed… framed as thought the picture of perfect suffering is rule I plunge… posing in intent’s pool I seduce my own pseudo smile and all the while spirit leaks from my soul. This hovering abandoned hole day in and day out I’ve filled with doubt of a truth led astray the stars as hardened scars plow my unburied grave like the brave face I wear disgraced my life… misplaced in this space of intentless surround. Deficient occurrence pounds and pierces my felt fate, my soul mate of self sacrifice awaits as choice’s debris freezes my willing will to incite I back down … form a fight I should fight with formidable fury as the only jury be my yearning destiny freed as self sacrifice waits for me.