Unwilling to Escape


Getting back into the flow of writing, mostly with wordplay and poems. I'm a creative soul, from childhood to middle age, and my joy is to produce new things the world has never seen before. I'm an educator from the USA working as a college professor of lit and music. I'm learning to love myself little by little.

My friend deserves much better; still, he clings,

Against all warnings, to that bastard's love,

And whether feighted or genuine, it brings

Destruction. Now the demon's poised shove


Its victim from the precipice! Oh, now,

He's lost his balance, inches from his death.

Persuaded that he's guilty, he does vow

He won't let others save him. "Save yourself,"


He calls. Beneath, the chasm mocks his cry,

Anticipating my friend as its next meal,

And winking at the torturer; while I

Can't act, my shouts unheard. This evil's real,


And only God, if anyone, can smite

The devil now-- Please! Pray, with all your might.


October 2, 2016


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