Seconds Are The Tacks Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

so small-

Yet they tear at my skin-

& dig at me within-

I can’t exit the

State I’m in or

Begin

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-

But 
I’ve been in my coffin since

I came out of that womb-