©2018 Zakk Goertzen

Words Are Not Enough

Words are not enough to describe how I feel,
To always place second and never speel.
Over and over, silver I receive,
Never earning gold, it’s hard to believe.
Not going up or down but staying the same,
Only seeing myself as the one to blame.
Words can’t describe it, they can’t even start,
The feeling it stimulates just tears me apart.
Some people say that second is just the first loser,
Personally,
It feels like a fatal abuser.
There’s always someone that has been a bit better,
Each time, my soul feels a little deader.
Words are not enough to explain what’s in my head,
Every time I place second,
The pain I must dread.

Every time I place second,
The pain goes unsaid.