#acrostic - Day Of The Dead D eadly Monday on the train, A ll are glum, a common refrain, Y ouths to school and us to strain. O nly bleak hours stretch ahead, F illed with boredom, sometimes dread. T he blank faces, dead inside, H olidays faded, memories died, E very week an unwanted ride. D ead to the seasons as they turned E veryone trapped, emotions churned, A ll are lost and all hope burned D ead to the world, beauty spurned. ##acrostic
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