Benjamin Michael Clark

Rookie - 125 Points (06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Seconds Are The Tacks - Poem by Benjamin Michael Clark

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-


Comments about Seconds Are The Tacks by Benjamin Michael Clark

  • Rookie 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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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 9, 2013


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