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...
This space of intentless surround.
Random occurrence pounds and pierces my felt fate,
my soul mate of self-sacrifice awaits.
As choice’s debris freezes my will to incite,
I back down …
From a fight I should fight with formidable fury
as the only jury be my yearning destiny freed,
as self-sacrifice waits for me.
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