Tinnitus2

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.