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Epicurus 1982

Epicurus 1982

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Published by Derric Saville
Epicurus 1982

Derric Saville
November 3, 1982

Death is the gentle physician who cures us of the
most dreadful of all diseases--life.
Proud am I to be pure in spirit,
For as I stumble about the darkest places I have,
no fear, no emotion,
Death has seen to that,
Often I debated whether this folly was worth it,
But each time the same answer prevails,
and I laugh, oh how I laugh,
Free am I of time and space,
for I am nothing,
From the time the sun first arose my life was forfeit,
Physical pain was my punishment for prolonging the inevitable,
Mental anguish deteriorated my existential ideals,
I never dreaded the other world but saw it as the only
escape I could tangibly conceive,
I met with joy the end of my suffering,
My emotions lay tightly sealed in an open jar,
Only those with the key may enter my room,
But only on the condition they never leave,
No one knows who I am,
No one knows who I am,
For I am nothing.
Epicurus 1982

Derric Saville
November 3, 1982

Death is the gentle physician who cures us of the
most dreadful of all diseases--life.
Proud am I to be pure in spirit,
For as I stumble about the darkest places I have,
no fear, no emotion,
Death has seen to that,
Often I debated whether this folly was worth it,
But each time the same answer prevails,
and I laugh, oh how I laugh,
Free am I of time and space,
for I am nothing,
From the time the sun first arose my life was forfeit,
Physical pain was my punishment for prolonging the inevitable,
Mental anguish deteriorated my existential ideals,
I never dreaded the other world but saw it as the only
escape I could tangibly conceive,
I met with joy the end of my suffering,
My emotions lay tightly sealed in an open jar,
Only those with the key may enter my room,
But only on the condition they never leave,
No one knows who I am,
No one knows who I am,
For I am nothing.

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Introspection.
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True when I was 18 and true today at 48.
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Before I was me, I was nothing, and so shall I be when I pass, just as today I am nothing.
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My unending thanks to a High School teacher, since deceased, who got me to express myself poetically with this poem. Many thanks! Dr. Workman.
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An interesting poem, given both its placements in time, Derric.
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Derric Saville Written just a month after I'd turned 18 and it still resonates with me today, both as a reflection of who I was, but also to whom I have become.
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