My first cliffhanger poem, I was never good at cliffhangers but only I as the writer knew what happened to the young man. Makes you think, where I also included something that is being showed, I didn’t do it intentionally but if anyone figures it out, that would be cool. A proper hint would be that creeps do it everyday. Starts with an R. Comments are Open.
They Say
They Say
His name was John
Some Say
His name was Ricky
Others say
His name was AJ
Short for Anthony-Jackson.
Black shirt
Black Hoodie
All Black Converses
Skinny black jeans
And a skull hat
All black.
He never
Spoke
They Say
His parents
Didn’t teach him
Some say
He was too scared
To talk
Few say
He was a mute.
They say
He was once
Happy-go-lucky
Some say
He was born
The way he
Always was
Few say
He was just
In a stage of
Teenage Adolescence.
His classmates
Only knew of
A cold glare
That they would get
Whenever they
Asked him a question.
They never saw
His hair
It was always
Concealed
Under his hat and hood.
They said
His hair
Was a long mane
Some say
It was shaved down
Others say
It was mainly short.
They hardly knew
Anything about him
Only
He dressed in black
Nothing with him
Was a fact
That they could pin.
They say
He had problems
At home
And left it at that
No one talked about him
Only if they asked.
All he did
Was walk
And sit
Farthest from people.
They say
He was anti-social.
No one knew
What he wanted
To be in life
They say
A contractor
Some say
A cop
Others say
A tattoo artist.
Until one day
He disappeared.
They say he moved
Some say
He went to jail
Few say
He committed suicide.
For afterwards
He was never seen
Again.
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