A Poem, Prodigal Son

This is an abbreviated narrative poem I put together a while ago.

It focuses on the return of a prodigal son, and I use that term loosely. I may change its title to “The Son Has Returned.” –Please feel free to share your thoughts on this.

Anyway, it is more of a modern take on the term “prodigal son.” It has very little association to the “Parable of the Prodigal Son” from the bible. I think the only associations that can be made are that the son leaves, spends all of their money, and does come back in the end to repent but doesn’t expect to find his mother and father bound and the thieves ransacking their home.
The poem’s story/setting is a desolate world and a desperate family trying to survive during the late 1800s. Unbeknownst to the mother and father, the son spent all of the money they had saved for him to start a life. The son is fleeing because he now owes money to heartless, cold-blooded people.   

You’ve got nothing for me here
It’s time I spread my wings
My loss is a heavy cross to bear
Mother cries as her reality stings.
Father needs help with the plow
Mother, I must leave this place
Dust on the horizon, and seeds to sow
This plight, as a family, we can face.
The son is gone, and thieves have come
Debts owed by the son for bets gone wrong
They’ve come to collect his sum
Mother and father bound, dragged along.
A hand grabs an ax from the backyard shed
As the thieves bask in their glory
Mother, I regret the day I fled
Shield your eyes because this could get gory.
The prodigal son has returned to pay his debt
Mother, father, I’ve come home, please do not fret.

Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved


I got a notification this morning that I reached 200 followers!
I opened WordPress and saw the notification, and this is pretty much verbatim my reaction.

You might be asking yourself, well, how did you celebrate? And if you are not asking yourself that question, no worries, because I’m going to tell you anyway. Haha 😊

I was singing in the car again…

I can’t tell; I think he is smiling. Yeahhhh he’s smiling……
If he’s not, I’ll photoshop a smile in there later!

After further review…nope, he is not smiling….🤔

I can’t say enough how much I appreciate the support and encouragement thus far! It has been an absolute pleasure getting to know everyone in the community.

I have loved all of the interactions I’ve had with everyone!
If you are reading this and not a follower of mine, please feel free to read over my blog, follow, like, etc., and I’ll show the same respect!

Short and sweet!
Thanks for reading!

A Poem, Knight’s Call

Dramatis Personae: An injured knight who is a prisoner of war. As he watches fellow prisoners getting executed, he decides to act luring and killing the guard. Time is of the essence as their freedom is slipping away. Following his given oath, he defends the helpless even if it means his death.
Setting: Castle prison

Hands bloodied as he drops to his knees
In pain, he claws, and screams
We must move before someone sees
Reality is the nightmare to their dreams
Face covered by a crimson mask
Thoughts of freedom dance in his mind
Unshackled, but no time to bask
A way out is what we must find
Take my hand and follow me
Be prepared to fight, and stand tall
If you desire to be free
It is time to answer the knight’s call
Let’s run for the castle gate
Live or die; we shall meet our fate

Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved

A Poem, Under The Bed

I wrote this creepy little poem months ago, I believe, around Halloween last year. We have many different fears when we are kids, such as “don’t go in the basement at night, don’t look in the closet, or don’t look under the bed.” This poem focuses on something lurking under the bed.

Don’t be afraid of the dark, my dear
Rest your weary head
There are many other things to fear
Like me lurking under your bed
I ascend from blackness, waiting for you
The darkness cloaks my presence
Your tender flesh I want to chew
You’ve committed no sin, so this is no penance
I would hide in the closet, but I want you close
I touch your bed to make sure you are there
So now you understand the position I chose
With a click-clack of my claw, I tease, look if you dare
Our eyes meet, you wear a delectable countenance
Pardon my drool, but I need sustenance

Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved

A Poem, Escape The Room

Dramatis Personae: Six perfect strangers in search of an exit from an obscure little room.
Setting: A random room in the middle of Nowhereville, they should have read the signpost up ahead because they would know that they have just ventured into “The Twilight Zone”— sorry, couldn’t resist, haha!

This is no ordinary room; it is bountiful with hidden treasures that will surely spell their demise.

The phone! Screamed the woman with accusing eyes
A brilliant flash as a man turned to dust
The window! Screamed the woman as another dies
The woman shows her benevolence; it is me you can trust
We must work together, now turn on that light
The group hesitates before making the move
Another life was wasted as they huddle in fright
I’ll tell you how to escape, your loyalty you must prove
We are but three, but we will live
That camera has been watching us
Unplug it, so there is no pleasure to give
Another life lost as the remaining two discuss
The camera can’t see, it’s the door we should try
A man’s shaky hand reaches for the door
While the woman hides from the blast as the plan goes awry
The woman stands and apologies for all of the gore
You all followed sheepishly; I gave you no reason to trust me
But your deaths are not in vain, for now, I am free

This was a tale of survival and the personification of cunningness.
Sometimes it takes an indomitable will to survive.

Let me know what you think!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved

An Intimate Look at the Mental and Physical Aspects of the Fitness of Life

**Right off the bat, I’ll add the disclaimer that there are two shirtless pics in this blog. I don’t want anyone who may read this to be caught off guard by the pics. They are used to depict a past version of myself and the journey back to that version.

I’ve been debating on whether or not to share this post for a while now. According to my admin page, since 1/18, to be exact. I published once before and pulled it within the hour, so this is my second attempt. It’s all mental, I know. However, I still struggle with opening up on certain topics, and this particular topic is an important one to me.

This blog is an intimate look at me as an individual and the path I have traveled. Albeit it is a condensed version, it still is quite personal and will give you some insight into what makes me tick.

In 2006 my way of life changed forever. I was in the best shape of my life. I was beginning to prep for body building competition when I decided to go a different route. I declared 2006 to be “my year.” However, something happened that changed everything for me.

I no longer felt invincible. I no longer felt unstoppable. My years of preparation leading up to my best year were all in vain. My body had just broken down on me.

This was a picture of me that my wife took in 2006:

I was in peak physical condition as I prepared to step onto the football field once again after recovering from a lower back injury. The season started off with a bang. Everything was going perfectly. My redemption was finally imminent. Everything for me physically was going well, but I noticed that my body was not adjusting to the physical trauma/toll of playing football. I kept encouraging myself, saying, “it’ll come back.”

As the weeks progressed, the physical toll did not ease up. I immediately knew something was wrong. I had shortness of breath but felt fine otherwise. The shortness of breath had gotten worse. I finally decided to shut things down.

Admitting Something Is Wrong

Growing up in sports, you tend to shake smaller injuries aside and continue on with life. Most sports have a “next man up” mentality, so having that methodology imprinted on my brain, I decided to deal with my injuries in a private manner. I was not ready to quit just yet and continued playing football, unable to swallow my pride and admit injury. However, I did decide to call the doctor and describe the feeling I was having, to which he immediately set me up for an appointment.

The biggest fear was a punctured lung. I went to get x-rays because he was confident it was a punctured lung.

The test results were in, and they showed no punctured lung, but he noticed fluid in my lungs as he looked over the x-rays.

I remember his phone call asking me how I was feeling, and then he told me he needed to see me again immediately.

After doing a throat culture, he wanted me to do the usual “turn your head and cough” as he listened to my lungs.

I paused for a moment and then told him, “coughing hurts.”

Naturally, he wanted me to elaborate, so I finally let him in on additional health issues that I was hiding from him.

At this point, my body had already broken down. I couldn’t pick my arms up above my head, I couldn’t turn my head, and I showed him that I had a winged scapula. He then asked what I’ve been doing, and I said, “playing football.”

He looked at me and said, “not anymore.”

I could tell the seriousness in his tone and did not challenge his words.

He was writing up a referral to have everything looked over when I asked, “what about working out? Can I still do that?”

He stopped and thought about the question for a split second, “stop everything. This is pretty serious.”

I hung my head. The stuff I loved doing was just yanked out from under me. I started questioning why I waited so long? Why did I handle it so carelessly?

I went to an orthopedic surgeon. He thoroughly investigated everything and was blunt with how I should proceed.

He said, “no surgery if you stop right now.”

I asked, “stop what football?”

“Yes, you are done with football unless you want to be paralyzed down the road.”

He had diagnosed me with a severe cervical sprain/strain and severe nerve damage in my neck. He compared the damage done to my neck to that of a severe car crash. I knew he was an excellent doctor as he knew details that I had not shared with him to this point.

He said, “the numbness you feel. I know you are experiencing it in your fingers and all-around your body. It will not go away unless you stop right now.”

So I promised him I would stop everything for the time being.

I told him the only physical activity I’ll do will be PT when it comes time.

I was done playing games when I realized what I had just done to my body.

On top of all of that, my MD called back, letting me know that the fluid in my lungs was due to walking pneumonia and bronchitis.

From that day on, I stopped everything. I let my gym membership expire, and I walked away from football. I was facing an unknown future.

Reality set in for me a couple of years later as depression began to sink in. I didn’t replace my favorite activities with anything. I just sat around eating, watched television, and went to work. My weight ballooned, making my depression even worse. All said and done I had a nearly 50lb weight gain.

This is a pic of me with my newborn son during that time.

The Wake Up Call I needed

I ran into a good friend that I haven’t talked to in a few years. Not hearing from him for a while wasn’t from a lack of trying. It turns out he was unavailable because he had joined the military. He said, “wow, you grew out a bit there.” He went on to say he wasn’t used to seeing me in that type of shape. Again, this is a good friend who would never mince words and freely tell me what he was seeing.

After that encounter, I kept thinking of his transformation in his life. He had always struggled with his weight but got sick of it and joined the military, completely changing his life. I was utterly blown away by this encounter.

I started thinking of things that I can physically do because I could feel my life continuing to slip as I sat in depression. I got thinking that I can get outside and enjoy nature as my body healed. I gave my newborn son all of my attention but still something wasn’t right with my mindset.

It’s a Mentality and a Mindset

In order to correct my behavior, I needed to understand it and get control of it. If I attempted to get my life back in order physically, not fixing the destructive behaviors would ultimately lead to failure.

I ran with this little trickle of optimism. I was beginning to feel renewed.

A quote from Confucius became my mantra to aid me in my ambitious attempt at a return :

“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”

Month after month, I continued exercising by jogging, running, and going for hikes. I was starting to feel like myself again. Working out was such a big part of my life because the endorphins it releases works wonders on a person’s mental health—I was feeling this feeling again.

Football was becoming a distant memory for me, and I was okay with that fact now. I had made my peace with it.

I started wondering if God was guiding me towards a different path for me to travel. I ran with that thought and enrolled myself in college.

I was also now a father and a husband as I shifted my focus to having a family.

Fast forward six years, and I now have two degrees and graduated with great honors/magna cum laude. I realized this is the path I was meant to take.

I was always meant to use my brain over my brawn, but I just never embraced it.

Maybe I never needed football at all?
What if I can return to the gym now?

I had so many thoughts and questions to ask my doctor.

After a short visit, my doctor was perfectly fine with me returning to physical workouts so long as I listened to my body this time.

I felt different this time around. Armed with better knowledge of my limits, I attacked the gym ferociously.

After several months back at the gym, I felt confident enough to take a picture of myself. Something I avoided doing for almost a decade!

The Reveal…
This is me in 2020:

When everything happened back in 2006, I thought my life was over. I wanted to quit, and I wanted to give up and hide. For some reason, though, I didn’t, and I genuinely believe it is because I kept up my faith. I didn’t travel the traditional path to get to my destination, but I still did arrive.

I realized that time had no bearing on me. For the longest time, I thought I lost a decade of my best years, but the truth is, I didn’t miss out at all. I put my brain to use instead of my brawn. It was as if God was telling me to take a break. I listened and do not regret it one bit.

I hope this blog helps anyone who may be going through a similar transition in their lives. It was important to get both the physical and mental parts of me in check and in sync to boost my self motivation and self esteem. My goal was to motivate and help you understand that just because one door closes on an opportunity doesn’t mean that another one won’t open. When that door does open for you, take it, do not be afraid of the unknowns.

Thanks for reading!


A Poem, Cast No Shadow

I put this poem together a few months ago. This chronicles a person struggling with his sanity, but we soon learn why at the end of the poem. The person casts no shadow, and it is really beginning to wear him down mentally.

The sun stares at me like an accusing eye
The moon by happenstance, my abettor
My shadow left me alone to die
I did nothing wrong, but no shadow to fetter
Abject cowardice from my faceless entity
My sanity toils to remain
But I refuse to absolve my identity
Despite the hate and disdain
I see passing shadows, but none are mine
I walk along with them to camouflage my loss
Embracing the lie that I am fine
I beg and pray and kiss the holy cross
I am but a ghost; I cast no shadow on the walls
I’ll continue to walk this world until my God calls

Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved

A Poem, Love’s End

This was a pretty heavy poem to write. I can’t say that I have ever been in a relationship depicted in the poem, but I can relate to the emotions of it all. We all have the relationship battles that we fight throughout our lives. In a story I wrote, two characters constantly fell in and out of love. So you’ll notice the heaviness of that aspect throughout the poem, but then it takes a turn where they come back to each other. I won’t lie; I can be an emotional writer, so I did tear up a bit writing this poem. I thought of someone that I couldn’t live without to evoke my emotions.

If you love me, let me go
Last words as we depart
Tears flow as we say we know
A love too strong to tear apart
Rip the veins of memories from my skin
We broke our hearts against our hate
As I wake to scream, just let me in
Picking up the pieces, we crumble under the weight
We both lie to maintain control
Our hate started as love
I need your touch to console
But you push me away with a shove
We breakdown because it’s loves end
But it’s our love that will transcend

Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!


Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved.

A Poem, The Pharaoh’s Curse

I’ve always had a huge interest in Ancient Egypt. So many enigmatic things surrounding the entire civilization. One of those enigmatic things, for me, is The Pharaoh’s curse. It was quite clear with a dire warning to not disturb the tombs.

The speculation of the curse intensified after the opening of King Tutankhamun’s tomb. All of the individuals who were present during the opening of the tomb, passed away from odd circumstances. The deaths, while unfortunate, I am sure, are hyperbole and have since been dismissed with some logic and science. Nonetheless, it is still an interesting topic to me.

I was just watching a documentary covering the curse of the pharaohs and decided to remain naïve a bit and write a fun little poem about the curse.

The eye of Horus watches over me
My tomb adorned with gifts
I sleep, but the eye can still see
The walls shake as the sand drifts
Shadows enter my tomb
With great haste, lust takes
Cementing their doom
As the curse now wakes
Bathed in my treasures
The shadows see no plight
For they came for pleasures
But the curse now will fight
My curse took the lives of four
Come back for my treasures, and it’ll surely take more

Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved.


I have to be honest, I am not entirely sure about the etiquette of celebrating certain milestones here on WP, but I feel like this is something definitely worth celebrating.

I just reached 100 followers!

It has been a crazy month, but a fun-filled month, that is for sure.

Thank you for the support and encouragement thus far. It has been an absolute pleasure getting to know everyone in the community.

Thank you for reading my dynamic range of poems and my other ramblings about my debut novel.

Here is a dramatic (tongue in cheek) picture depicting my thoughts as of late. Take notice of the determination on my face as I enter into deep thought about a recurring topic….

Thank you for the interactions on my posts as well; I have enjoyed every single one of them.

Did I mention I was thankful for all of your support?

If not, thank you for the support, haha! 😊

Short and sweet!
Thanks for reading!

A Poem, The Death of Death

I had planned to use this poem in my novel, Curse of The Walking Man, but it ended up not fitting. While The Walking Man uses death as a great equalizer and is a grim reaper of sorts, I found it essential not to sympathize with such a foul beast.

I lurk in the shadows, not too far behind
If you won’t be willing
I’ll drag you along, so don’t be unkind
Cry and plead, but it is you I am killing
Childish petulance because you were spoon-fed
You did nothing wrong but go meet your maker
Keep it up, and I’ll send you below to walk with the undead
I’m just doing my job, so it’s time for the undertaker
What is this light that shines so bright
I did nothing wrong but just my job
Why it is me, you come to smite
My deeds of beneficence misjudged now I sob
You’ve warned me before I continue to whine
Please do not send me where the light doesn’t shine

Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved.

A Poem, In Pieces

At some point in our lives, we’ve all faced adversities that have shattered us. We collect the pieces and continue with life in any way that we can. I wrote this poem a little while ago, and it encapsulates the impetus of our return.

I collect the pieces in a jar
I do not want to be broken
I say as I wish upon a star
How can this be are the words unspoken
Cracks dance across my face like lightning in a sky
I hide alone up here in my tower of fears
Away from the accusing eye
I put myself together with glue made of tears
I did no wrong, but I am shattered
Surely death would set me free
Because my fragments remain scattered
My impetus has come as I rise to a knee
I was in pieces, but I did not fall
I’ll continue to collect myself until I stand tall

Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved.

A Poem, The Lonely Zombie

I wrote this at the height of the zombie craze. I figured I would unleash it on the world at some point, and then I misplaced it and completely forgot about it. I finally found it a few minutes ago.

The living run from me in fear
I stagger because I’m starving
I let out a strain but they still won’t come near
With my teeth your bones I’ll be carving
I don’t discriminate I just want a friend
Why will no one stop and talk to me
My feelings hurt I just want this to end
Just give me a bite and I’ll set you free
Is my look off-putting
It’s a compliment for me to chase you
Finally, someone lost their footing
Please stop I just want to chew
I am the lonely zombie looking for a meal
Why does everyone run away like it’s a big deal

Let me know what you think!

Thanks for reading!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved.

A Poem, The Whipping Boy

My wife was describing a part in a show she watches. She was telling me about how one character takes so much abuse due to the other characters’ mishaps. Naturally, I blurted out, “oh wow, like a whipping boy?” —-And there we go, I had a topic to keep me busy for the day, haha!

I clued her in on the details of what precisely the whipping boy went through in his life. In summation, I told her, “he was a scapegoat for the prince. If the prince did something wrong, they’d whip this poor boy.”

Then I got thinking of what it would be like in his position, and I wrote a poem about it.

My pain is your pleasure
What have I done wrong
My loyalty long enough to measure
Through the pain, I remain strong
The prince committed a transgression
My skin cracks and begins to bleed
Due to an ill-fated confession
I fight back the tears as I plead
A whipping tongue spews words of beration
My eyes blur, and my ears ring
As the crowd shouts words with elation
Why do I allow this pain with a sting
I am the Whipping Boy, a scapegoat for the spoiled
With a deep breath, I swallow the hate that has boiled

Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved.

Dad Mode Activated

We all have tons of work and projects to complete, but it is essential to put family first. For me, it is my “dad” hat.

 Whether it is singing in the car:

Or being a pillow:

It is a duty I take very seriously. I know that those little eyes are watching, and I know those little ears are listening. So I make it a point to instill the proper values in them. I want them to see and hear that I was always there for them growing up. I love to make them laugh even if it is at my own expense, which usually it is!

The stresses of the day hold no dominion over this call of duty…

Dad mode activated…

Short and sweet, thanks for reading!