CAROUSEL

Carousel
by: Kathryn O.

The painted horses go round and round
Frozen in motion not making a sound
Each hand carved and beautifully painted
But now the carousel is tainted
For a life was taken upon one steed
We do not know if for lust or greed
The music stopped and will no longer play
For the magical feeling has gone away
There will never be another carousel for me
For I was the murdered one you see



Written by Kathryn O.
Kathryn O.
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1 comment:

Lilian K. said...

Hey Kathryn,

Wow, really hit me on the spot with the last sentence. This poem is like a pure white piece of paper with eerie, inky darkness glued to the edges. Great Job, really inspiring!!

Lilian

 

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