The Creator Of My Scar Poem by MAREME PETER KGWETE

It was early in the morning mist,
The day I regretted the time I woke up from my bed,
It was such a horrible day to me.
It was the day that I had a persistent thought in mind,
How can I forget the creator of my scar?
I will never forget her.
She took my delightful day and turned it into a nightmare.
That day to me became longer than a year.
I felt alone in the middle of the desert.
It was the day I exploited that the girl I am dreaming about overnight
does not love me totally.
Instead she loathe me...