I am spoiled

In their infinite clasp

By the ruthless garbs

All singing

Of far-ago trials

No hour is spared

No road

Wanders free

For they wield my all

This roving

Human disarray

Tattered and heaving

Enclosed

By my chosen snares

These rags sustain me

Through the sprawl

Of daily despair

Yet the world

Pours through

In cold

And sorrowful

Abundance

© 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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