I toss and turn, in my bed, trying to get to sleep,
But the only thing that comes along, is a headache full of beats.
Someone’s playing inside my head,
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The vivid imagery painted with the flowing lines of this poem are indisputably saturnine, if not morose and depressing. regardless the piece is beautifully written and strikingly deep
The reason for the pain is well said in the last two lines of the poem. Till then it was a pleasant surprise.