MADE OF SCARS: GLORY NYANAH

This is the first published poem of Miss Glory Nyanah, my girl friend. Better pen friend.

I am happy to share her poem with you.

You can get inspired and write your own poem.

I will help publish to the world.

 

MADE OF SCARS 

He came to me as a light amidst my darkness 

Flashing his well arranged thirty two mouth swords 

 

My knee wobbled 

My heart became a skilled athlete.

 

 

The waves of sounds he produced electrified me

I melted like ice exposed to the sun at his touch and intimacy 

I had found love.

 

 

His promises were certain

He would return to me 

But then...

Days became weeks 

Weeks switched into months

 

I felt tired and drained 

I craved for things that are not normal

I was confused!

 

The men in white told me its a seed

Where was the planter?

I was only a garden

 i felt abandoned

I felt broken and used

I was doomed

 

My dreams! my future! my life! my reputation!

All gone down the drain

For a sweet bitter experience we both shared

I was left to carry the shame