All the best

For her bountiful days

As she steamrolls poised

From shore to shore

All the very best

For whom she seeks

Housed in their valor

And forged in dismay

And yet the shadows

Lurk, in each rose-laden verse

I dispense

Bitter-cold and false

All the very best

Rings, untrue

Withered and trite

The disdain

I silently bear

© 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…