I’ve never had the stomach
to send this life crashing down
all around me, in a fit of distress
pleads, in the dead of night
but I’ve never had the heart
to return its bitter-cold glare
The will is with me in brief
when I’m swarmed by the hateful past
When I’ve dwelt too long
in this shell of myself
© William Wright, Jr.
Excerpt form the book “I Have A Name”
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