Tinnitus – a poem

At first it seemed real, the sound snow makes in falling or some deep night tune, awakened at the hoot of an owl.

But it’s with me now like a bad tooth, payment due for all those concerts set to stun.

I know what it means to communicate this insistent single note:

Remember test patterns on tv’s back in the day?

Says I’m here I will whine even when nothing’s on.

All day every day that alarm.

#Poem #tinnitus