OK, so I got a 47% and a note saying "Do over" when I was asked to write a poem about how I view the world. So I turned in this:
My Fyaunce
The best of situations cleft with the worst
A dark reminder of life Lost and passed.
Peers and colleagues rush through existence;
Can their sight be freed?
The sanctum, my grim respite
A truth demanding poets' silence, forthwith.
It aint great, but its the best piece of free-verse I've ever done, methinks...
*Growls*