A Rose, Skull & Cross Bones

In the pits of despair

There is always light

After midnight

There will always come light

 

All bad is revolved

All good is seen

A mixture in-between

We all can do wrong

 

No one is perfect

Not everyone is pure

We are born with no sin

But that is obscured

 

We can see through darkness

But we see it in our own past

No matter how right

Not everything lasts

 

In a place where we are balanced

At times we can change

All it takes is a moment

And nothing will be the same

 

On moment you’re a rose

Nothing wrong and only pure

Your thorns protecting you

Protecting you from all that is unknown

 

Though your guard can’t last forever

Your petals will always wilt

You’ll find your pureness dying

And find yourself in guilt

 

We may not be perfect

In a world that left us alone

Though at this moment

You are not just a skull and crossed bones

@All rights reserved by Ashley.M.E.

Reviews

[Crowley]

Fixes first....

4th Stanza, "out own past" to "our own past"
Second to last stanza, peddles should be pettles

This was really lovely sentiment, rooted in the way that wlife really works sometimes. Its our attitude and percepptions about the context that we live in that allow is to make moere with less. Good job.

[Poisoned Melody]

Beautifully written(: Thanks for posting this. I loved it! :D

[Lucy Joan]

Very insightful; as I read through each stanza, I seemed to have to pause and ponder about it for a while.
"In the pits of despair/ There is always light/ After midnight / There will always come light"
Perfect repetition to emphasize the everlasting presence of light.
"We can see through darkness/ But we see it in our own past"
My favorite lines, and indeed, very true. Many are able to see through the darkness, but from within, there's no escaping our past. Wonderful poem!

[sayandeep kundu]

Hey.. that's a nice write indeed....really awesome.. I enjoyed it..
Love and regards~
Sayandeep

[Abdul Aziz]

This is a pleasant read. You've used very good allegories to tell the way we should be. We aren't perfect, but we aren't as bad as we think we are, either. I think this is what everyone of us should understand. We make ourselves insecure by thinking everyone is bad.

"No one is perfect
Not everyone is pure"
That is the crux of the poem. You've stated it without any ambiguity.

Very well done!

[Sam Severn]

Twisted n' super-imaginative! The last stanza, n' the final line, blew my freakin' MIND! ㋡

[Cheryl J. Turner]

This was wonderful, well thought out and has a fairly good structure.

[SamBug]

I loved this. Great job!!!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

One of the greatest gifts we have be given is free will... coarse that is also so we can earn our way into heaven to truly appreciate it... often we do wrong things for the what seems the right reason in that blink of an eye... it is what we learn from our mistakes that defines who we are.... very powerful and thought provoking.

[Arctic Fox]

I feel a sadness and yet a hope for redemption after reading this....well versed and nothing but pure everlasting truths contained within your lines