TED ATAKENT ESENYURT COLLEGE / 11-A
The
COMMITTED
The Chemist
Emine Beril UYGUN
In the flickering glow of the philosopher’ s chamber, Where wisdom and folly entwine like twin serpents, My elixir was forming From the darkness surrendered to their search for longevity, From the depths where silent fish glide, From the bonds where oxygen is felt anew, From the feeble ones burned within each nine layers. I was to transform this mortal world Into golden tears flowing in scales. I was to uncover how poets, turned to soil, Carved their eternity in ink, Syllables echoing through the marrow of time.
Yet, I cast away the metal that bottled eternity. For what they sought was immortality, The very thing that condemned them to the grave.
Now, my atoms are forming From emerald and aquamarine. I may not turn into gold, yet I do not rust. It was the foolish years of naivety that seek senescence. I cannot withhold my poison, yet I do not weave illusion. I’ m not afraid of devil; I live to become one of the dead souls.
My immortality Could only be achieved by rejecting mysticism and becoming a chemist. My eternity Could only be realized through this innovation.