Like Pete Bancini

I desperately want to go back to you
Even though I know I shouldn’t.
I’m so lost –
I don’t even know if I’ve hit rock bottom
Yet.
I’m just stuck here.
Wherever “here” may be, while
Everyone else is moving forward.
Or maybe I am moving…
Backwards that is.
Every part of me seems
to be misfunctioning
(yes that’s a malapropism
but I like the sound better
than “malfunctioning”. Besides,
who cares anyway?)
And there I go sidetracking again.
My thoughts keep wandering off
Whenever I’m supposed to focus.
Everything seems harder,
Even writing this is difficult.
I’m not even sure if I enjoy
This anymore. Or anything
Else really, for that matter.
I’m just tired.
I want to fix this
but I don’t know how,
Or if it’s even possible.
So I guess this is it for now.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Carla Mihalache.

 

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