those scars

The struggles of life makes you loose certain things you so much cherish.

There are scars all over me
You can't see them
because you are not meant to.
You can't behold them
because you're blind.
You can't feel them
because you're numb.

The angels all around me
Have done their very best for decades,
Just to keep away the scars!

Although I sneak up on burning flames of fire
Only for it to make itself scarce.
But nothing seems to be a remedy
It impression is conspicuous and indelible.

I'm especially good at expectorating,
I expectorate,
Sputum! Sputum!! Sputum!!!
Now it sounds like a comedy!
I'm still in search of the remedy!
I know it will never be a tragedy!

It's been a coon's age since I've been like a pansy!
All because of this!
Nothing seems to add up!

In the midst of it all I'm glad I know it's not capable of making me be at death's door
Even as it has transformed relationships to be professional and made me loose
The fraternization I once enjoyed.

Author's Note

What are thoughts?