Life, an enigma;
silence, a lie.
We are born,
we suffer,
we delight,
we die,
and no one told me,
knowingly,
why
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According to dictionary.com the word 'enigma' means 'puzzling or inexplicable occurrence' but it also means 'a saying or question containing a hidden meaning, a riddle'. In this poem your's is a perfect use of the word.
You're supposed to figure riddles out by yourself - I guess that's why. Nice job. Thanks.


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No one told me either Christina. And day after day, I ask myself "Why"...
A.L.O'Prunty



