The Future, Unknown This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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     Within the dread of the moment,
I must doubt that Shakespeare
sat up all night, writing his plays,
knowing they’d be timeless.

One man,
an epic in writing,
by accident.
Maybe, one day,
once I have long since passed,
someone will come across
the pages I breathed life into,
and maybe, out of mere curiosity,
they may read my words and find symbolism
that I never meant to include.
Maybe, in three hundred years,
I shall be an epic in the world of poetry,
(if anyone still reads poetry by then)
and maybe I’ll become as famous as Shakespeare
or Edgar Allen Poe; maybe I’ll be known
for something I never meant to do;
maybe I’ll be known for this.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Aug. 1 at 11:58 am
This is interesting and really cool. It gives a new perspective on why our writing is meaningful. Even if it may not be at the present time, somebody may someday come across it and be influenced by it. Nice work!
 
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