His time

Was better spent languishing

In the bittersweet foam

And bone-white silence

Beyond

The full-heart chorus of kin

Rife

With their myths

Of unfettered pride

His time

Was better spent

Drowsing in peace

Beyond

His fellow man’s lash

Their verse

Ever-lively, yet stale

His time

Was ensnared

Passive

And loyal to all

To the restless hordes

Who dared

To lend

Their hollow words

© 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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