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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.
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I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator.
But I’ve graduated from the torment. 
My attitude detours trance-like into pockets of thought.
It is either that...

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