Sestina: Sorrows from Two Sides of a Solitarian
Sable | Ethan Broadbent | Photograph
Sestina: Sorrows from Two Sides of a Solitarian by Anna Orlova
As the Earth burns through the ground, there exists the indication
that no longer we exist, yet we just drink our sorrows
away as we lose our reputation to manufacturers and criticism.
Our feelings, emotions exist to represent our awareness of our griefs
even though we near our final night alive as a solidarity
which ends at the plane gates in a lonely departure.
But alas here is where my heart finds its departure,
and here no one is given any indication
as to when my body decides to submit to becoming a solitarian.
Through woeful sorrows
and endless griefs,
I am faced with never-ending criticism.
The editor sits across from the writer throwing criticism
at their heads, the aspiring bookseller wished-for departure.
But they have to keep their griefs
to themselves, showing no indication
to how much the edits contribute to their sorrows
Maybe there will be more solstice as a solitarian.
But after years of being stuck inside, turning into a hermit or solitarian
one is able to overlook and ignore societal criticism.
Revolting and revolutionizing their sorrows
into a joyful and freeing departure.
From their caves, a true indication
of a new era of unchained griefs.
But even then, some people’s griefs
cause for them to run away, drawn to a solitarian
lifestyle. They wish for no indication
of rescue from themselves while they face endless criticism
from their friends and colleagues at their sudden departure
while their student who attempted a search finished with sorrows.
But in life exists happy sorrows
Ironic but there are good griefs.
The kinds where you meet with a bittersweet departure
in hopes to see each other again. Although remaining solitarian
one can be free from the criticism
their partner brings an unbounded love indication.
When all grief has disappeared from one’s body exists an indication
Of true happiness, a departure from old criticism
