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Trent Vecchiarino Poem
Turn to Him in your broken hour,
Our Lord will save when shadows tower.
Turn to Him, all hearts forlorn,
For He grants worth each new morn.
When darkness beckons with a siren's call,
Turn to Him, He’ll quiet all.
All who yearn for love's embrace,
Call on our dove, feel His grace.
In this world of endless quest,
In this realm where sinners rest,
At dawn’s break, on bended knees,
Find peace in the one who frees.
Copyright © Trent Vecchiarino | Year Posted 2024
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A Twisted Path
An errant trail,
A love concealed.
The final veil,
Fate's hand revealed.
Muted echoes,
Silent cries.
Bleak tomorrows,
Under shadowed skies.
Desperate whispers,
Hopeful lies.
From the core,
Emptiness sighs.
Solitary strides,
No joy in sight.
Hollow dialogues,
Internal fights.
Mostly flawed,
Seldom right.
A young heart's ache,
A sinner's plight.
Grasping for heaven,
Chasing the dawn.
Yet all alone,
The path goes on.
Copyright © Trent Vecchiarino | Year Posted 2024
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In the quiet depth of our shared despair,
You vanished into the cool night air.
My soul cried out, in the stillness, for thee,
Yearning for the comfort only you could guarantee.
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Love's warm embrace—unknown to me,
A hopeless chase, where's home to be?
Alone and broken, life fades away,
A journey's end in disarray.
An open casket, tears are shed,
At least the pain will soon be dead.
My heart won't burn, nor ache in vain,
When will the end come, take me from this pain?
I've longed for this day through countless years,
Why can't I find joy, why all these tears?
Why do those I cherish flee?
Who am I, where should I be?
Where joy once dwelt, now void and bare,
Where dreams were dreamt, high in the air,
Now only shadows, nothing's found,
In silent sorrow, I am bound.
Copyright © Trent Vecchiarino | Year Posted 2024
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In this vast void of existence, we stand,
Hearts bleeding out, met with the back of a hand.
Alone we stagger in life's endless night,
Chasing shadows, devoid of respite.
We drift, lifeless shells, in an aimless march,
Haunted by silence, under heaven's starched arch.
Bound by ancestral chains, heavy and severe,
I ache for release, for the end to draw near.
We're tethered to a world that cares not for our strain,
Our essence cast into the void, our struggles in vain.
Directionless, we flounder between high and nether,
In life's cruel jest, peace is a tethered feather.
His crown, a distant whisper of hope’s demise,
In its absence, our worth under leaden skies.
I'd embrace the void for a sliver of right,
Than bask in the hollow glow of the commonplace light.
For in the pursuit of that elusive spark,
I find solace in the embrace of the dark.
A sinner's waltz, a hollow, echoing song,
In the dance of despair, is where we belong.
Copyright © Trent Vecchiarino | Year Posted 2024
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She was like the softest clouds,
On a warm, sunlit day.
Standing out in any crowd,
In a celestial way.
Unsure how to cope,
With a loss so profound.
Yet within, there's false hope,
Things might turn around.
My past reveals unworthiness,
My love, though given, meets only hurt.
I regret offering up my heart's fortress,
For each time it's done, I'm left in the dirt.
I wish our paths had never crossed,
Yet love for you remains, it's true.
Why did you leave me to be lost
In these deep, dark blues?
Copyright © Trent Vecchiarino | Year Posted 2024
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Surrender, you fool, to shadows deep,
No one to care, no one to weep.
End it all, if you dare,
In the silence, none aware.
They speak of peace, I disagree,
No joy in life, not meant for me.
Unloved, despised, no matter the plea,
A worthless soul adrift at sea.
This torment now a twisted rhyme,
In hell's embrace, I bide my time.
Retreat to shadows, all alone,
Isolation, my solemn throne.
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The pain in my heart threatens to be my end,
I sought to show the 'me' that God did intend.
Yet, silenced I stand, to the skies, I relent,
"Your will, not mine," my whispered consent.
Hunger ignored, sleep's sweet embrace denied,
Like a treasured vase, now broken and defied.
Familiar with fragments, a constant state of disrepair,
Yet breaking because of you was more than I could bear.
I find myself at fault again, an echo of my past,
God seems to be the steadfast when nothing else will last.
Was my love not sufficient? My soul starts to question,
Is it wrong to give my all, to make my heartfelt confession?
Am I the villain for unburdening my soul?
"Why is life a journey through a deep, darkened hole?"
On this bleak and barren day, the rain whispers of dismay.
The devil, a lurking thief, stole my heart and slinked away.
Swallowing this bitter pill, a truth hard to follow,
I hope to reclaim my heart from the hollow.
Now I sit in the quiet, while God and angels attempt,
To quiet the screams of my soul, vehemently unkempt.
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When submerged in sorrow's sea,
Why reject a helping hand?
A broken sparrow, fragile be,
Alone, you cannot stand.
Somewhere along the winding way,
In the darkest night, the dimmest day,
A realization softly spoke,
In solitude, the heart awoke.
To weep alone, a sign of might,
Yet sharing tears feels not quite right.
To show that weakness, to confess,
Is to reveal I'm powerless.
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Drifting in silence, no haven in sight,
Alone in the crowd, under the pale moonlight.
Whispers of home, now ghosts in the wind,
A solitary journey, with no beginning or end.
Love's sweet chorus, a forgotten song,
In its absence, nights feel so long.
Trusting hearts led astray, left to fray,
In the echo of promises that faded away.
Hollow echoes fill spaces where hope used to dance,
Now shadows embrace me, in a cold, empty trance.
Tears to the heavens, a silent plea,
"Is there solace for a soul lost at sea?"
Joy, a distant flicker, elusive and slight,
In the vast void, I'm a lone, flickering light.
Time marches on, yet I stand still,
A prisoner of solitude, against my will.
A specter in life's grand masquerade,
Where once was fire, now only shade.
In the silence, my heart's quiet cries,
As I wait for dawn, where no sunrise lies.
Copyright © Trent Vecchiarino | Year Posted 2024
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