Venting – A poem … kind of

Venting
By Ada Ireland

 

I started writing a poem
And it turned into pretentious junk.
Sometimes I try to embellish my feelings,
Sometimes I try to sound smart.
(That’s when my writing basically sucks.)
So I trashed it …
That useless piece of fake writing that it was.
I’m starting over now.

In the meantime, I’m venting my frustrations
In this short and simple rhyme.