Useless Poem by Camilla Caruso

They told me to pour everything I had
Onto that sheet of paper.
So I did.
Then graded my feelings
As if they could be right or wrong
And when I received the paper I got the A
But unsatisfied I tried again.
This time it was different.
I had nothing else to pour,
Because they made me empty
And asked why I was sad
And so I told them this:
Never pour your whole soul
Out onto the sheets of paper.
Because when you’re done
You get the grade
Then you think it’s over.
But you see my friends,
It never is.
Because then you’re empty.
And it was all useless.
That poetry,
Was useless.