Forty-one Days

Forty-one Days

A Poem by Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)

Without light

I count the days of sadness
Since your last hello
I count from one to thirty
But I still need to count more

Forty-one days without the light
Would you imagine how it feels
I cannot see any color
And everything I see is dark

Each day I hear only silence
I always go back to the porch
Where we used to sit and talk
More than a thousand and eight hundred days before...

© 2019 Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)

Author's Note

Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)
Imagine the old times...

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This is so sad :< I feel the pain.

Posted 2 Months Ago

Minutes become hours, hours become days, days become weeks and the heart slowly learn. We are alone. You made the reader feel the understanding of a separation, missed someone. Thank you dear Daisie for sharing the amazing poetry.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on October 8, 2019
Last Updated on October 9, 2019
Tags: Days, sadness


Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)
Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)


Hello! I am Dhaye, a public secondary school teacher, a passionate artist "married" to her dream. I write in different perspectives. So please know NOT all my works are about me. .. more..