I scale the walls

With pestering resolve

Enclosed

In ravenous

Delight

As the beehive drones

In mind

Fully enshroud

By a heedless

Fog of rapture

The savagery

The primal

We stave each day

Burrows forceful and pure

Marrow deep

Runaway composure

Jets far

From this ruin

From this spoiled wreck

Engulfed

By infernal flesh

© William Wright, Jr.

Excerpt from the book “The Slums of Nightfall”

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About the Author

 My name is William Lorenzo Wright, Jr. I am the youngest of three children, as well as the only son to two loving and hard-working parents. I am a college student from San Diego California and I hold a deep passion for reading and writing poetry. I was sixteen years old when I first fell in love with poetry and I have been faithful to the craft ever since.

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