Misery That Comes In Waves

By Aysha Assan

Misery doesn't always love company

sometimes it comes alone

it sits alone

it sings

alone.

Misery makes me feel awful

it drives my body towards a notion of impending doom

one in which I lie

and make myself invisible

so as to not make eye contact with pleasure.

because if-

no

when, I do

I'm reminded that people change, leave and die

and people become happy again

this might seem witless

but I am not able to imagine a world where I don't live with this sharp skin tearing pain of grief buried deep inside me.

I would not or rather cannot live without pain

because misery has become my greatest friend.

and to kill a friend is something I have yet to learn.

Misery that comes in waves

By Aysha Assan