By each hysterical wind

I grow frail, dull and passive

Displaced

From the reach

Of solid ground

The joyous hours

Spent racing

Are far and few

Blending the world

To a pulp

Of disorder and sound

Warm currents

Bring about

The full flair of elation

Until my treads sputter

And I give

Jolting

For agony’s embrace

These moments all wheel

In constant havoc

As the daily roads

From which

I will never dare to stray

© 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…