I am the riddle never asked
A truth that hides behind its mask
The answer lies in not to know
Belief in doubt is what I sow
I’m silence shaped like inquiry
A lock that fits no master key
I’m wisdom wrapped in paradox
A door that opens into rocks
I’m questions carved from shifting sand
That vanish when you understand
Each answer births a deeper why
A ladder reaching past the sky
I’m knowledge that forgets its name
A torch that flickers without flame
To solve me is to lose the thread
I’m what remains when thought is dead








Death?
I like this. I keep trying to work out the riddle as I read. There are some things we can never understand.
Kind regards
james
Brilliant 👍
Thank you both for reading and responding..I’m glad you enjoyed..
BRAVA
Another spectacular poem.