Blue Succumbs to Darkness

The Color of My Soul

By Donald J. BinglePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

You can sing the blues,

but black cacophony marks

melancholia.

heartbreak social commentary sad poetry

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Donald J. Bingle

Donald J. Bingle is the author of eight books and more than sixty shorter works in the thriller, science fiction, fantasy, horror, mystery, steampunk, comedy, and memoir genres. More on Don can be found at www.donaldjbingle.com.

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