Tinnitus
It’s like it’s not true
Because whatever you say
or do
Nobody else can hear
This endless, relentless
din
Can’t turn it off or down,
can’t win
Only I, am here to hear
The cruelty of the level
Of ringing noise from the
devil
Me alone to bear and hear
It seems that nothing can
be done
My invisible torturer
seems to have won
Everlasting, on my own I
hear
Even my husband, gentle as
a foal
Hasn’t a clue how it
plagues my soul
S’a miracle I can hear
over what I hear
There isn’t any actual
pain
A constant irritant will
still remain
In here,
So near
Sheer noise
I hear
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