Mind like a carousel -
It won't stop spinning.
Too many horses reel out of control.
They crash, they collide,
& the whole damn thing explodes.
Silence pursues.
A serene night sky smothers the mayhem
While a full moon attempts luminescence.
And you...
You look to the stars
& ask them why
People's lives collide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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