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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem