Sombre songs on the radio
Playing heartbreak in rhapsody
Sadness filling the air
It's not beautiful, it's hell
Broken strings cutting fingers
Dull notes to the heart
Every station playing the same
Un-escapable sorrow, endless
Drink, plenty of it
Subdues the emotion long enough
To forget why your crying
Forget the heartbreak
Stop relating to the songs
That keep playing, finding you
Sleep is evasive now
As those same songs play
in the mind over and over
A somber playlist repeats
I can't get no sleep
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Sleep is evasive now and some radio songs still are rung inside mind. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned with hope and dignity....10