here is a poem from me:

the ghost of the darkness,
silver, see-through,
all you see is the wall behind it.
secretive, mysterious,
all alone with no one to care,
just as the life she left behind.
she passes me,
a shiver, a thought,
of a life without love, compassion.
then she turns to me,
witha tear on her cheek,
and disappers into the darkness.

what do you think of it?
this was made up just now as i was typing. i find that easy.