This Carousel

I sit there wondering as the tears soak into my face I wonder if the spinning will stop because I am too dizzy to breath I wonder if I’ll be stuck inside here forever, while they watch me cry through the broken glass When the wind blows over me, I shatter again Standing there, trying…

World War II

They’re taking us away On a train A train overly crowded Filled with people that own the eyes of agony And soldiers with the eyes of abhorrence Ima is crying Aba is crying Sister is crying What is going on? I sing to myself BARUCH ATAH ADONAI- I get cut off Who was that? From a…