The pain doesn't start immediately
It emerges a few days after
As time goes on
It becomes clear
A shattered piece in your absence
It becomes a hole
that grows bigger and bigger
Until the pain comes to the surface
And I could not bare it no more
I miss you
-Dhisti, 21/12/20
This poem is dedicated to my dear grandmother who passed away almost a month before I wrote this. May you have collided with Mbah Kakung in heaven🤍
I miss you, Mbah Uti. I hope this eldest granddaughter of yours made you proud enough.
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Dusk Time Poems
Poetry'Baby, life is full of uncertainties. The only certain thing about it is the end of it.' A collection of poems based on feelings, experience, and observations. I poured my heart here, might as well be a diary. I write poems in my mother language too...
