Distilled to mere flesh and bone
Our mortal wounds
Divulge, our timeless concern
Courage, seems all for naught
Before thunderous roads
For our fragile forms
In the prime
Of these loathsome days
We bower in tune
In kindred dismay
Yet ever-more stern
In our stride to thrive
Fulfilled and true
Beyond, our shroud of despair
© William Wright, Jr.
Excerpt from the book The Slums of Nightfall
The Slums of Nightfall by William Wright, Jr.
The night sweeps herself over us, as she paints the world black. She joins us, hand in hand, with the wrath of anxiety. She shrouds us with deep despair and in her wake comes the onslaught of depression. At this point we are all in need of a little comfort, perhaps companionship, a guide to trudge through the long nights with, to bring home the glory of a fresh sunrise.We cannot see the bountiful stars amidst the burning rays of the sun, they are invisible to desperately seeking eyes.
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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.