Where I am, it's empty,
Miles around, there's no one to be found.
Where I stand, it's all blue,
Its sun had burnt out long ago,
The lone light in its world, merely the moon's glow.
Here, where I am, pains weigh nothing,
Each floating in the air alone,
Joys are miles away,
The distant seem close, the close ones far away.
Here, in my realm, the sky is clouded,
With grey and black clouds shrouded,
Beyond the clouds, it's clear to see,
The darkness here is invisible to thee.
Where I am, no one is an enemy,
Everyone is trapped in their own reality.
Freedom is the sound of flying,
And with flight, loneliness is vying.
From where I am to you,
There's only one path through,
My poetry speaks in mysteries,
A poet is never truly alone in his histories.
Critics
Explore the profound depths of 'Solitude in Verse,' a captivating poem by Hirbod Human, the Iranian American writer, filmmaker, and philosopher. This piece eloquently traverses the landscape of isolation, painting a world where emptiness and the weightlessness of pain coexist with the muted glow of the moon as the only light. Human delves into the paradoxes of distance and closeness, the obscured skies, and the invisible darkness that envelops his solitary existence. Through his poetic lens, we discover that in the vast emptiness, no one is an enemy, freedom sings the song of flight, and the journey towards loneliness begins. Yet, in this solitude, Human reveals a poignant truth: through the language of poetry and secrets, a poet is never alone. 'Solitude in Verse' invites readers into the reflective world of Hirbod Human, where solitude transforms into a universe of boundless introspection and serene companionship with oneself.
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