Last week we had to write a poem that included the line:
A chapter of loathing
So, here's my depressing poem.
P.S. I can't poem. I hate poems.

Dark nights,
Endless pain,
Shadows lurking,
waiting to consume.
Clouded mind, full of nothing but hatred.
Those who could delve would surely be afraid.
Nothing matters,
because in the end,
no one cares.
A chapter of loathing,
that is nearly finished.