Little Games Poem by Nika McGuin

Little Games



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

Thursday, October 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: relationship,betrayal
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Seamus O Brian 05 December 2016

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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