I Mean
Erect in knee high waters bidding to attain the shoreline that is not discernible in the distance.
I mean not to aggress.
Furious with a rage erupting from my core, spattering into the waters till it abscesses heavily.
I mean not to depress.
I trudge hardily against the resistance of this murk that desires more to realize my failure again.
I mean not to transgress.
Malevolently I smite the molten element about me, and I will not allow it to overcome my charge.
I mean not to obsess.
It never rains here in the southern fields, no instead we strive of only thunder and lightning alone.
I mean not to press.
These drudgeries, toils, far and wide they are there, prompting me and fostering my contempt.
I mean not to regress.
I spew revulsion from my very maws; declaring curses that sting the wretched deep around me.
I mean not to distress.
I have fought many scores, though you have strained me beyond the confines of my customary foes
I mean not to egress.
I detest your existence, you abomination, you atrocity of my world, and I shall release you from here.
I mean only to progress.
My malice will strike you down with the sweltering retribution of all that loathes you within me.
I mean only to possess.
No mercy, I have none, you insignificant scoundrel, you have shown distaste with your vehemence.
I mean only to express.
I will not cease till your defeated carcass lay on the bed of this abyss sustaining the hagfishes.
I mean to have success.
Copyright © Nicholas Henderson | Year Posted 2015
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