Poem Hunter
A Riddle
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A Riddle

i picture you
on an old swing
writing mad poems
about leaving this

it’s all a matter
of who can
hold their head above
the water for
the longest

look little girl, it’s all
a goddamn joke, laugh
and it’ll all hurt less

the riddle of it is
the less we care about
it all, the more it all
seems to matter

we can’t have that
can we?

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Comments (2)

loved it. that is sooo true.
well written...part of the riddle of life IS the contradictions....and really, all of the opposing emotions are what make us human..i enjoy your work