Red Roses

One of my few poems I'm especially proud of.

Red Roses

All the red roses.

Oh what they show us.

Past lies and today's deceit.

Telling us that love

is no special feat.

Our broken dreams,

burst at the seams.

Hopes and wonders of our life,

hidden in our troubles,

and our strife.

Ponderers of who we are,

and what we shall become.

Only to have hopes darken,

and dreams broken.

And it all falls

away.

Oh all of the lies

that we were fed,

and how roses are red.

Our lives are dead,

and nobody here is mourning.

For all that they lied,

and all that we cried,

and knowing

that nobody is caring.

Watching from shadows

so deep inside that we

can no longer see

the light.

Hiding from demons

who strive to devour us

and who we wish to become.

And here we are,

stuck in our place.

And now,

we have to face that which we hide from,

and that which we have become,

and that which wants to destroy us.

What we do not wish to see,

and what we don't want to believe.

how we fall apart at night,

wishing to be rebuilt

by gentle hands

and kind hearts.

Oh but to no avail.

No,

we think we are to be condemned

to a life of damnation.

Only to find that fate

is something

we can change.

But we do not do

that which needs to be done

for our own salvation.

Instead,

we try to help others who rely on us for theirs.

And at the end,

when it's all finished,

and all is said and done,

and we

have helped every last friend,

we give them a gift.

In hopes that they might

share it with others.

We give them something

close to our hearts.

One that helped us through those times

we needed help most.

We give them something as beautiful,

and as fragile,

as our lives.

One that reminds us

of that which mustn't

be forgotten.

That which we know

will help all of those

who need help,

like we did.

We give them that powerful,

but fragile,

little, 

red, 

rose

Author's Note

Questions, comments, concerns, suggestions, etc. I'm all ears.

Reviews

[Molly]

I love the rhyme scheme and the flow. I recognize the length of the poem; it is quite longer than most, but definitely worth the time to read.
The point this poem brings up is also something people should think about.

Bravo, thank you for writing this piece of art.

[Justice Smith]

Why thank you. Your comment is greatly appreciated.