Bore <br /> <br />Bell rings and a deadness strikes the group <br />One by one, wearily, we file into the room – where <br />Rambling teachers drone on and on, turning even the <br />Exciting, into just another BORE! <br /> <br />Hate <br /> <br />Held the gun of anger that formed in my heart <br />Aimed it at all responsible for tearing my life apart <br />Turned out at the root of it all was none other but me - whose <br />Existence had lost all meaning to continue to be.<br /><br />Cain XXX<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-sad-attempts-at-acrostic-poems/
