His time
Was better spent languishing
In the bittersweet foam
And bone-white silence
Beyond
The full-heart chorus of kin
Rife
With their myths
Of unfettered pride
His time
Was better spent
Drowsing in peace
Beyond
His fellow man’s lash
Their verse
Ever-lively, yet stale
His time
Was ensnared
Passive
And loyal to all
To the restless hordes
Who dared
To lend
Their hollow words
© 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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