Nika McGuin

Silver Star - 3,382 Points (12/01/89 - present / Louisiana)

Little Games - Poem by Nika McGuin

I can't even say
it was a fun ride
while it lasted,
because, it didn't last
at all

I can't even say
well at least,
we shared
a few good moments
because, they were all
too few

I can't at all say
it was a fun game,
we played together
because I'm the one,
who got played

Topic(s) of this poem: relationship, betrayal


Comments about Little Games by Nika McGuin

  • Seamus O' Brian (12/5/2016 10:06:00 AM)


    Painfully vivid. Concise, like the blade of the knife that reaches the heart by the hand of one whose tongue spoke of love. It is burden of the poet, to take the pain of living and distill it into words that lie on the page.

    And when the wounds have healed, to return and listen to the words remind us of the dangers of living and loving.

    Be blessed, dear poet.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 6, 2016

Poem Edited: Friday, October 7, 2016


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