There is a weeks worth of bad dreams
delicately tucked between my bed sheets
and all of the people and places inside of them
were only trying to warn me
that your disturbed good mornings
are not worth the feeling
that will soon provoke
the skeletons in my closet to emerge
from the the depths of my soul
only to leave everything else
to fall into a downward spiral
into your perpetual achy bones
that I will try to mend
as best I can
on my own

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Karina Gutierrez.


Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?