I reap the ashes

In silver spoons

Sustaining

The vermin

That crawl, deep within

They worm

Ever-thankful

In the grit of passersby

The ruinous mounds

Of wayward strangers

Charred, to a hopeless pulp

By spoonful’s

I thrive

Heartily gorging

On distant trials

In spoonful’s

I join the mad

Ensnared

By their every

Heartless whim

© 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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