De-Pressed

Feeling down for reasons unknown

Fed up with pressures surrounded

Stuck in a mind of your own

Knowing each memory is counted

Stomach pressed and squeezed

Living the days with a straight face

Wondering if others are pleased

And truly happy in their place.

Wondering. Thinking. Wishing

For something more meaningful

BUT

With motivation and desire missing

Bodies are left with starving souls.

The brain can say what it wants

Almost like a separate entity;

BUT

The eyes feed the brain

and should not be enemies.

Believe what you see and

Paint the picture fitting

How valuable life is, man?

Priceless.

There is no bidding.

Scars

Blood runs blue from the outside

Until curiosity builds too strong

What courses thru us takes human shape

Once a wound can be examined

A story is told of how it opened

Bravery takes a hand and moves it to feel a scar

But hope keeps one finding out more

As a finger’s path exposes each pink bump

Inconsistently weaved in one’s skin,

A story is told of how it opened.

A finger reached smooth skin

But hated how flat it felt.