Benjamin Michael Clark

(06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Seconds Are The Tacks

so small-

Yet they tear at my skin-

& dig at me within-

I can’t exit the

State I’m in or


To tell you
What it’s like to lose

Instead of win so again

I’ll dance back to the beginin’

Seconds are the tacks
so small-

Yet they tear at my skin-

Ahh- I don’t know how

To get myself down from

This bulletin board full

Of lists of things to do

& I can barely find the

Motivation to bend down

& Tie my shoes-
I often cruise through

All the abuse & then

Distract myself with a

Few brews, but then I

End up down & confused

& I don’t know if I’ll
Ever get used to being
In this skin, but until then

I’ll have to write-

Until then I’ll have to scream

Silently in little

Shapes of Variety - Wrapped - Presents
For you to touch

Like piano keys till they play

In your mind & you sound them

Out just to distract yourself from

The doubt & create confidence-

I’ve been in my coffin since

I came out of that womb-

Submitted: Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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  • Aria Siren (4/9/2013 3:29:00 PM)

    This is my favourite of yours so far. I love this verse:

    Until then I’ll have to scream
    ?Silently in little
    ?Shapes of Variety - Wrapped - Presents
    For you to touch

    Its so good! ! (Report) Reply

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