Best Tinnitus Poems
the whole world is happening at the same time
every conversation, every bird call, every lion roar
every everything bunched up to oneness in my head
I carry the white noise of distance wherever I go
I am an out of tune radio coursing through debris
and tin whistle high notes playing one key in harmony
that is my head, that is my thunderstorm in stereo
imagine a life having to speak over an orchestra
but there is a beauty and stability to hearing
all the insects of the world crawling along
simultaneously with every wave and fish fuzz in water
wait, I think I can hear the flowers growing
the leaves falling, the sand rearranging on every beach
though if it can happen a little less loudly
so it doesn’t fill my every second, that would be ok
now, and it has taken sleeplessness,
I am privy to galactic secrets, the gods are chattering
all at once so I’m none the wiser for the cacophony
just full of loud
Tinnitus, tinnitus, it kills your peace of mind.
A ringing in your ears that cannot be defined.
And if you have a very severe case like mine.
You wonder if you can continue in the human race devine.
I’ve had this condition for well over five years.
Spent twelve thousand dollars and haven’t found a cure.
Others that have it say they just ignore in a way.
I’m not so lucky, it drives me crazy night and day.
I’ve found a way to silence it for a very few hours.
And that’s with shots of alcohol and then things slowly sour.
I suppose the booze really is a double edged sword.
It’s killing me and the ringing until it later roars.
I drink more now than ever, it’s a crazy thing.
No doctors have ever helped me, been able to bring
The noise down for more than a day.
Then it’s back at 5:00 am, having its noisy way.
I stopped drinking for about three months a year or so ago.
The noise never left, but somehow I managed don’t you know.
But now I’m back to the bottle willing to pay the price.
For those few hours when the quiet is very nice.
If there is someone out there who has found a cure.
I’d like to hear from you, of that you can be sure.
For this ailment is doing its best to slowly destroy me.
And my desire to go on living is beginning to flee.
People get diseases, live in pain and get treated.
And if they’re lucky continue with life as needed.
Others aren’t so fortunate and sadly pass away.
And we remember them with every passing day.
So every day I wonder what I’m supposed to do.
Stop drinking, meditate, concentrate, live with it, too?
This is the advice I’ve been given by many others.
But they don’t live the life I live, because I can’t recover.
Ringing, ringing in your ears 24 hours every day.
Why I haven’t gone mad by now I truly cannot say.
So until they come up with a cure for my condition.
I’m going to keep on drinking, my friends I will not listen.
We boarded a train,
Going towards insanity.
The train tracks are,
Corroded by vanity.
It stopped for sleep,
We tried to run away,
Just like we did,
Every time we played.
No one would stop us,
I sang a lullaby,
To her and her only,
Every time she cried.
Sometimes I waited,
For another start.
Our dreamy beginning,
The one we tore apart.
But one way or another,
It always found us,
Drowning in sorrow,
It had me nonplussed,
How we just sat there,
And it all fell down;
How though we both waited,
And were never renowned.
After all of that,
I had decided,
To live again as two,
With my heart divided.
Form:
Oh Tinnitus you are a pain
Your high-pitched white noise invades my brain
Because you are not very kind
You cause my head to hurt sometimes
I never know when you will appear
Or will turn up the volume in my ear
But I will not let you rule my life
So we will continue with our strife
Until the day the doctors find
A way to ban you from my mind
Oh Tinnitus you are such a pain
Why can’t you just go away
leaving me with the sound of silence
DAMO
Lurking in the shadows
In the gaps beyond the stars
Voices shouting louder
Silenced only by my heart
Screaming in the silence
To engulf my senses full
I long for silent silence
To enact a final cull
Breaking down the volume
Taking down the noise
Breaking down the constant
To a point I hear my voice
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.
I hear a sound,
drum in my ear.
Of crystal droplets,
from streaming tears.
A distant murmur,
or a hissing sound.
A weeping mourner,
a heavy pound.
A sudden splash,
or a humming ring,
when metals clash,
or glasses clink.
But the sound of words,
when they appear.
Will bring some joy,
to a tinnitus ear.