Game

Aches and pains
another heart he had gained
used it up
spit it out
didn't understand why she would shout.

Confused, used, abused
again...
here we go
it was all insane.
He wanted all women to stay in their lane.

They went left or right or got out of his sight
He would pull them back with all of his might.
A word here or there, a cold-hearted stare.
Not too many got away, not more than a few.
He had so many, all different hues.

Suck the life out of them, didn't believe he was ever in sin!
Lied to get money, power and prestige...these were his lures
this is what he would feed.

Promise of a house on a hill.
Promise to pay a bill.
Promise his love would chill.
Promise to take them on a thrill.

I fell for the lines and thought he was all mine.
I learned later I was just another in his line.
Should have known better, he was indeed fine.

He blew you away with all his lies.
The truth he had despised.
I couldn't keep track,
emotions he did lack.

If you were lucky enough to get away,
he would use his tears and your fears
to win you back then present a world
as if he was intact.

A rage was present within this man.
That's why some women left, they ran.
I was the one who stuck around
and I was the one whose heart
hit
the
ground.

As long as you don't make one sound.
Be sweet, be nice, smell of sugar and spice,
he might keep you around.

Nicholl McGuire is the Author of Socially Sweet, Privately Cruel Abusive Men and the owner of this blog.

Went Back (1996)

Foundation was supposed to be built on love.
Reminded by a beautiful, white dove.

I got a cold feelin'--
sittin' back chillin'.

This time it will be different 'cause he promised.
He pays for food and rent.

Common sense left after a hug, a kiss.
Captivated by the things I miss.

Lured back in with a stare.
Turned my head to hide my glare.

Voice within tells the truth.
What are you doing?
This isn't the Book of Ruth!

Untrue, unlike, uncommon--
together out of spite.
That last one like to fight.

Never number one.
Second best 'cause I'm fun.
What have I done?
What have I done?

I got a cold feelin'--
sittin' back chillin'.

This won't end well.
An emotional jail cell,
plans to leave hell.

Nicholl McGuire author of Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate.

Last Year

One year away, often I pray--
didn't have any more to say.

Mind was clouded
by a need for money.
Life wasn't so sweet,
cost too much to keep Honey.

I awoke to my truth
when I read the Book of Ruth.

Save that drama for Mama.

Last year the broken woman died.
I was tired of being tried.
Relationship analyzed, they lied.

Fools didn't know my story,
didn't know I gave God the glory!
Mama got her peace!!
Mouths just need to cease.

I awoke to tooth pain,
while suffering around the so-called sane.
What was to gain by staying
in your own lane?

Happy now, I'm back!
It took two teeth to crack.
Dentist brought me back to life,
no more walking around in strife.

Same year job no longer fulfilling,
bad hand the company was dealing.
My fate didn't need sealing.
Best thing to do, leave and experience healing.

Yes been away, still pray,
that's all I got to say today.

Nicholl McGuire is the author of Say Goodbye to Dad and other books.

Poet Nicholl with son Wes - Happy New Year!