After the sun has set, and darkness hides the world around me, I see an iron door that won’t open anymore

I see a high wall that is taller than tall

I see a broken bridge over a river

And the icy waters beneath make me shiver

I see people on the other side of the river, but I cannot reach them - I cannot talk to them

I cannot touch them, I cannot know them anymore; they were my family, but they’re gone.

I always wonder if I needed them much more than they needed me

I think towards the end I got on their nerves

And life lost me on the curves

Of the road as I chased after a closeness that was never realized, and that was completely shattered

When I was told they were gone.

I can’t call them or write them

It doesn’t matter if I love them or spite them

The inside of my head feels crooked and disjointed

The invisible link between myself and those I was tied to

Was suddenly broken without remedy

And there is no clemency

For someone who is locked in the prison of being haunted by memories

They want to forget.

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Blue Ballerina” was written for those who have lost someone because of a crime.