Issac Gonzales

The darkness fades into the deep
waking dreams of those who sleep.

The road of earth, a structure stands;
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Aye, truly, the anchor falls
to hold the ship in place;
despite tumultuous storm and rain,
the anchor’s firm embrace,
...

I was
lost, you see,
over the
vast
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- The world's finest interconnecting mechanism.

What is cold
but the absence
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A sacrafice must be made
for the cross of burden to fade
and in time of journey's end
forever, together, we may spend.
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The arms wrap
around the neck
as it shimmers
in the light of a
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He who speaks but not spoken to,
no one sees the lies but only
through his reflecting eyes
do they see what they see
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The clock is ticking,
But I do not hear it.
A fan pushes the wind,
And I not feel it.
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