I Can Write About It, I Can't Write Some More

that is the riddle of the sphinx,
but i will make sure you cannot figure it out
that your answer shall never be right,
for i am the sphinx,
and i still do not want to die.

tell me all the lies so i may live some more.
i will keep this answer till the last breath of my life.
you shall never know it.

be human still, for i am half lion half bird sitting on a hill
challenging those that pass before me
killing them without pity

you are the chosen one to kill me
with an answer
you are the answer but you are blind still
and too dumb
for not loving me and so i live still
perhaps forever,

for i am attuned to this pain
of loving not
and truly not loving still

you, my secret, my truth, my death.
i live, and only through lies, i live and only through your indifference

you must not have the wit
you must never learn to love
for when this happens
i shall be no more.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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