The Carousel

I found this in a notebook and don't recollect writing it, exactly.  It's a draft, and I'm not sure why I wrote it, but here we go:


The Carousel

We all tried
to tell her, of course,
to see that her path
was beset with stones
and pain
for all who loved her.

We never imagined, really,
the extent of Fate's cruelty,
the Karmic circle
she'd draw around herself,
and all who loved her.

She rode a carousel of grief;
as if knowing better might be
her brass ring,
we all tried, of course,
to tell her.
All of us who loved her.