Poetry: Quo Vadis? (the Item Buyer)

Before we get started I'd like to tell everyone that this is my first ever "work". The poem does not rhyme, but it still a poem even if it does not rhyme. :) "Quo Vadis means "where are we going" in Latin

Alone,
In his Stall
Separated from his brothers
In the Pirate Cove
The Item Buyer
Aging
From the length of the years
Is looking around him.
To see
The rush of the players passing

...And he thinks
"How rushed they are
Where are they going?
Always without patience
These players be
Where are the roots?
Do they ever stop to adore the rising sun?
Do they ever stop to feel the beauty of the province?
Do they ever stop to admire the item they are selling?
Do they ever stop to even talk to me?
Why a bit of rest
For them doesn't exist
And there only motive
Is a life of running?"

(Dedicated to all those Item Buyers who are alone..)

 

Nice.
THIS POEM IS DARK THEME FRIENDLY
First I didn't see the poem, I thought it was a blank page

 

We need more poetry on the forums

 

I think poems with no ryhme gives more detail about the thing the person wrote. For example,

He saw the cake lying there,
wanting the man to eat him.

He saw the cake lying there,
wanting the man to eat it bare.

(this is not skills but ye...)

 

So did you like it?

 

yes (i liked the poem you wrote)

 

Bumb!

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