Tinnitus
One day
one night
when it started it was summer I think,
the enemy installed itself almost imperceptibly,
emitting the soft sound that said
"Excuse me, I don't intend to delay,
is this hole you live in?,
can i take off my shoes?
where is the bathroom?"
and then what was smooth
gradually it became shrill and continuous and endless.
There's no way to fight this insidious enemy
and now, to be honest,
I'm not even sure that this is my will,
for though imperious and destructive,
he often assumes an unexpected cordial and peaceful tone,
to the point of sitting politely on the sofa in the brain room and,
with the intimacy that only very old companions have,
invades all thoughts and practically lodges in them,
so that there is no way to capitulate or resist,
the only option remaining is resignation
and the false but comfortable acceptance
of what is slowly changing
in a future and inevitable reason for self-extermination.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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