The Bookseller - Part I

This Poem is About Those People Who Always give their Best to people and never get anything in return, and never beg for it. Remembrance is what maybe makes them do it.

Forwards, He ran, To see,
Might Someone Need him, Again,
Save Me, Remembered He, Again,
For his Fosh Friend, Called Upon,
Nothing Was Said, Nor Any Pain,
Was Burning in His Head,
Does It change Him? for good?
Or Is It Just Another Brick In,
The Wall?
Neither He did Say, Nor Complain,
Just Watched His Life,
In Utter Silence,
Through the Weathered Road,
The Fence, Through The Unknown,
What Wrong Had He Done?
Asks Himself,
The Force Hits Him, Hard,
He Held It All,
But With It, All He Did Was Fall.
In The Rain, In The Sunshine,
All He Said, It Was Fine,
Completely Faith broken,
But Was It Something?
He Saw The Light, Coming,
Through The Horizon,
Forwards, He ran, To see,
What He Had To Be, Himself,
Thinking,
What Is And, What Should Never Be.

Author's Note

Fosh : Fake; Deceptive. (Poetic License Used)

Please Ignore Grammar Problems (I Have a Way Of Starting Every World With A Capital Letter). This Is One Of My First Poems So, There Might Be some Problems, Please Ignore Them.

Reviews

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YOU NAILED IT! Bravo! A very clean and perspicuous poem. I really liked it. Plus, you've just started, and you made a pretty good entry!
Keep writing!

[Reyes Mir]

Thankyou. That means a lot to me esp. coming from you. I hope it gets better.

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Aww, you're welcome.
And yes, In Sha Allah, you'll do great. :)

[Reyes Mir]

Hope so. Again thanks