The Lonely Girl, The eerie night so full of despair... Options

[Paradox of Life]

The eerie night so full of despair,
The night breeze blowing through her hair,
The creaky swings are where she's found,
The soft crying; the only sound,
The park is empty, no one in sight,
The lanterns shine dimly a light,

The girl, her feet drag on the dirt,
The eyes, they show of pain and hurt,
The dress she wears is old and torn,
The poor girl, she looks so forlorn,
The girl, she sighs, so full of fears
The girl, she turns and disappears.

Critique appreciated. I usually don't make rhyming poems, so I may not be that good.