[wrote this one for my writer's craft course aswell - here is the other one teenhut.net/your-creativity/56004-my-oath-poem.html]

The Lonely Boy

At times you will see him,
the lonely boy,
you may spot him in the park;
solitary, nocturnal.

He sits on the swing,
just sitting,
staring at nothing.

Take a good look!
Try, but you’ll never see his face.
The shadows cover it.
Walk too close, and he will dissolve.
Unrecognizable,
unnamed,
unknown.

Solitary. He has been alone for years,
walking the alleys as if he were cursed.
His poor soul
died years ago.

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+ rep?

hahaha
and that poem above is one of the many types i can write ;)

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thank you