Timed Milleniums

Swords dipped in pools of sweat
Forgotten stones never chiseled
A Quest for Camelot, A Quest for time
King Arthur reining
Fingers tapping across a keyboard
Cubicle smells of fresh paper and ink
Superhero costumes buried
behind the mountain of suits
Expectations always reining

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Above is a poem I wrote for my creative writing class. I’ve never really written poetry before, unless you count the assignments in elementary and middle school (I don’t). I have to turn in a portfolio of my writing as the final, and one of the requirements is that I publish my work and get feedback from people outside of the class. So, if you have any thoughts about the piece, tell me what they are! Besides the fact that I need to take a screenshot to prove that other people read my work, I’m also curious as to what you guys think. All opinions are welcome! (srsly)