Black Times

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

Day and night I wear my glasses

And my fine Obsession cologne

The ice cream man now stands alone.

Humbled as each moment passes.

Ignored by all the fine lasses.

This moment must have been designed

In pitch black dark by someone Blind.

Now blackbirds sing their mournful song

The smell of black coffee is strong

If only in my haggard mind.

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