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The pain in the brain is driving me insane.
The noise in my head is something I truly dread.
The noise my brain employs, cannot be explained.
Nothing can treat it, nothing can beat it, all is in vain.
Only those with this condition are in a position
To understand what ails, what truly forever travails.
Ringing, chirping, squealing, nothing can be treating.
Insanity rules the day, all treatments lie, I say.
I personally choose a path of self destruction.
I drink alcohol until the noise no longer rules my existence.
But it will return at 5:00 am, with its usual persistence.
I care not, at least I buy a few moments of sane resistance.
How many of us exist and live in pain each day?
How many Shysteras treat us in their immoral play?
It’s not cancer, a life threatening disease.
I just wish it would stop, s'il vous plaît, if you please.
These words I write will not bring me a cure.
My prayers will go unheard, of that I am so sure.
I’ll live each day with a screaming noise embedded in my brain
And wonder why I still exist, and that I’m not insane.
Unless you have Tinnitus and have the slightest clue.
You’ll have no idea, why I am so blue.
Peace of mind is worth much more than a million dollars.
Will I ever have it again, I guess that’s up to the scholars.