A Riddle

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

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?

by Ben Paynter

Comments (3)

I did not follow your good advice and I went to astray! /// didactic description
.....incredible poem, actually gave me goose bumps.... very inspiring ★
why am I the one to die, crucial question, Namskar.