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John Troon Poem
What if I opened the deepest abyss of my heart to you
What if I let you behold my midnight secrets
What if for a minute I let you see the skulls hidden deep down my closet,
What if I told you am not perfect and strong and confident;your kind of man
What if you saw me laying down there scared,scraped,scratched bruised and wounded with failure and shame
What if you realized I can't be able to fulfill all your fantasies
What if am too broke to give you that life you've always dreamed of
What if my bank account won't allow me to travel the world with you
What if I won't be able to propose to you in Paris and marry you off at those magnificent cathedrals in Rome as you've always wished.
What if I told you that my life is full of uncertainties
What if I told you I take one day at a time
What if I told you I am working for a better life one day,a day that am not even sure of its dawn.
Would you look straight to my face and tell me everything will be okay?
Would you still adore me and confess your undying love for me?
Would you join my hopelessness
And give me that reassuring smile when I need it most?
Am no fortified steel
But I take the challenges of life head on!!
Maybe....just maybe with you by my side
We can build our dreams together
We can comfort and reassure each other at our weakest moments
Now that's what I call growing in love
What if we can do it....just what if
Copyright © John Troon | Year Posted 2019
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John Troon Poem
On the Brink
In shadows deep, where sorrow’s whispers dwell,
A lone soul stood, 'neath night’s somber embrace.
The world, a blur, in twilight’s mournful spell,
Naught mattered then, save will to find his place.
On precipice of losing all held dear,
He found a strength that quelled his deepest fear.
In silence, heard his heart’s quiet plea clear,
To endure, advance, and persevere.
Through tempest wild, he trod with weary gait,
Each step a testament to resolve bright.
He learned to cherish moments, small and great,
To hold dear the things that brought him light.
From brink, he rose with heart and soul anew,
Cherishing each day, with clearer view.
Copyright © John Troon | Year Posted 2024
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John Troon Poem
Oh wretched soul that I am!
Easily swayed and swallowed,
By the bright dazzles of this time,
Sin has made its high walls in my heart
And locked me away by its gates,
From ever seeing my Redeemer's face.
Oh wretched soul that I am!
Who will deliver me from this abyss?
A sense of darkness and helplessness has become my portion.
My future is enshrouded in the mist of uncertainty.
Eternal damnation seems to be my sure way.
Oh wretched soul that I am!
Who will save me from this inequity?
And purge my soul from condemnation
For long I have known the wide road,
Got accustomed to its streets and alleys
Its pleasures only gave me a sense of emptiness.
Its joys superficial and its thrills was for the moment.
Oh wretched soul that I am!
Who wants to walk the strait road,
Yet scared of its narrow paths,
The pain and sacrifices of its fairer.
Jesus hold my hand and let your glory shine on the way,
May I look upon thy face as I pass the rough edges,
Teach me to endure even in the middle of fiercest battles.
Oh wretched soul that I am
On my own strength I have known nothing but loss,
Defeat and despair have become my two allies
Dear Lord I want you to take the wheel;
Show me the way I have to follow
As you safely lead me home above
You told me it won't be easy
But I find comfort in your promise
Of seeing me through it all
Copyright © John Troon | Year Posted 2019
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John Troon Poem
Smile oh smile,
It goes a long mile,
To make hearts melt
When the warmth is felt
And all the sorrow swept
Smile oh smile
You look cute in your braces
Can't you See the joy on their faces?
Don't hide your teeth
They are like a sword from
a sheath
Smile oh smile
Your aura of innocence
Gives me such clear sense
Which draws my wandering attention
To never look for perfection
Save the beauty in our flaws.
Copyright © John Troon | Year Posted 2019
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