His former trials
Were waning isles
Amid
The truth-bearing swell
As he steamrolled on
Lamenting in circles
Faithfully spiraling
To his last stream of breath
His former ills
Were dissolved
At the tide’s
Beck and call
Diminished
In the foam
Of kindred hearts
Sapped
By their bounty
Treasured
By the mere winds of chance
© William Wright, Jr.
Excerpt from the book “The Slums of Nightfall”
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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