Between words he raged

With insides wrung

Firm, to their final gust

Heaving

With all his might

The verses stalled

Cold

In the binds of his throat

A repulsive silence hailed

Ushering all kin

To the roads

Of shame and dismay

Heaving

With mountainous veins

His urge to speak

Had swollen, to its vile

And thunderous brink

© 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…