Style of Oni Poem

A girl sits by herself in the ally way.

Despair engulfs her like cancer.

No one’s there to see her cry and scream.

Alone forever and left with sorrow.

Death comes to her door every day,

But she fights it off like a pack of wolves.

Her face is deprived of life

She smells of sewer and human excrement

The people that walk by stare

Not knowing what to do

How can they help?

Life will go on like this for eternity

With different people every time

This will happen until they die.

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