The pale unknown curves

To appease

His starved

And reckless whims

In crumpled sheets

Molded and mangled

Lost, in the throes

Of lofty words

He lays claim

To every spire

Each ivory mountain

Of imperfection

Swallowed whole

In the vise

The maddening chorus

The will he bears

In the hold

Of lifelong distress

© 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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