Carl Balis Poems

Watched by the ever-damning image from the mirror,
She is cast into her eerie dungeon of relentless fear.
It's so empty, so cold in there, dare I come near?
Circled by runaway emotions and just unable to tame,
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And in the yellow and green of my days
I was bound by a black and blue haze.
Like a shadow in a swirling dance,
Wrapped in the rhyme of some mysterious trance.
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