Sonnet I

 

Time be still till my fear unsours;
Shackled thoughts in inspire’s hell.
Amid stained roads of equal power,
With blank receipts from a kismet’s sale.
Resolve in eve of wrinkle’s touch,
Avoid the annual contritely ball.
My heart be held in self-child’s clutch
To find the path that’s truest all.
Prithee time grow young or freeze in space
Until failure’s winter bruises pass.
I stand to run, but run in place;
In angst your arms may tick their last.
        I expose my flesh from a liar’s strength
        For a weightless run, devoid fear of length.

–J

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Quiet the Noise by Cameron Holmes.  Oil, Acrylic and Spray Paint on Canvas. Learn more

Quiet the Noise by Cameron Holmes. 
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