I’ve no truths to spare

From these caverns

Of self-neglect

Enshroud

By hatred’s

Devilish fumes

Where my words

Tread light

In a callous whisper

I’ve no truths to spare

From this low

This miserable hush

For all I bear

Are the loathsome gripes

Of a fool awash

In the surf

Of his truth-bearing doubts

© 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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