Poem I Aiman Khan
She slept in the arms of humanity
Never was she embraced.
But fathomless love was what she had
The only thing she had!
She weld herself to every creature alive
Yet her presence was ever despised.
Her soul wept for warmth
Until it was empty–
Engulfed in chaos
All she could gather was solitude.
She was Oizys, she was misery.
But who loves misery?
Love,
Love is what loves misery
One day, love enamored misery
And vowed to be by her side
And to this day
Love comes with misery
Goes with misery
But sometimes love leaves.
And misery is all what is left behind.