Treasure Island

Carol Fleming Klein


The Merry-Go-Round


The merry-go-round music...
The carousel of
colors
and lights...

They all slow
coast
and you get off
and walk away.

The ride resumes
but the
flashing lights
and watching people

are a spinning, aching blur.

I want to cry
'Stop! '
To say 'don't go! '

But I can't
my throat is
too clogged
with tears.

I can't even say
goodbye.
Just watch
as you walk away.

I want
to beg
or follow.
But I can't speak.
And it isn't
my time
to get off.

So tears
spill silently
as I clutch my mount.

The carousel turns
and I watch
through a blurry
kaleidoscope
of colors
and sounds.

You walk on.

Monday, July 26,1993

Submitted: Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 03, 2014

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