Poem -

THE NIHILIST

I believe in nothing - I simply just exist,
they even said that I must be an existentialist,
My wife is a catholic, believes in most things,
an ambivalent dichotomy is just what this debate brings.

However, I believe in death but won't go to hell,
heaven is out of the question but who can tell?
I believe in myself, anything else is fatuous,
disregard if I am perceived as an ageing incubus.

Am I missing something - has my judgement been clouded
by Sartre's nonsense? Of course not - I must be right,
I must have cracked the secrets of this 'nothing' life,
I must have unlocked the mysteries of all time - wonderful.

Nevertheless, there is a chink in my armour, a crack,
when I look in the mirror, there's someone else looking back.
 

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Larry Ran

Hi Terry,

Wow!  I find your whole poem a most interesting dichotomy of your struggle with yourself.  It is very thought provoking.

He struggles to find the secret of life
He thinks for himself, and not like his wife
At times he's not sure, and wrestles with doubt
Concerning this paradox, that he tries figuring out

Peace and Love,
Larry xxx

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