I miss her

Whispering disarray

Feeding the frantic swarm

In my chasm of faults

The slow murderous burn

Of each vicious word

Sheltered

From lustful ears

The slow decay

Of a full day’s joy

Withered

In the swell of her being

I miss the few

And far-between triumphs

I may treasure with ease

And lovingly recall

© 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…