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Defining Tinnitus

Defining Tinnitus 

I am a soul that appreciates silence
Tho this very rarely is the case
Coz when I’m in a silent room
My head invents a monotonous
Double base

It is an amalgamated 
None-rythmn sound 
Tho thankfully, is not heard
When distraction is around

Such a nuisance nowadays
But that is unfortunately my way
It started couple years ago
I thought twas a noise outside you know

Convinced it was wasps inside my attic
The sound was so very systematic
So numerous attempts after climbing stairs

Was a terrible state of affairs
I had to reluctantly admit my fears
This drone was tinnitus from my ears

Whilst I am sitting drinking my tea
Enjoying solace company free
It is presently at the crack of dawn
I haven’t slept, I quietly yawn

I hear ticking from my cuckoo clock
Boilers just turned on, I hear its knock
But lurking in the background

Is an all too familiar sound
A noise that I can’t ignore
Even though I constantly implore
Tinnitus takes on many a form

Theres not a buzz that is the norm
High pitched or low or inbetween
Tinnitus alters its peculiar form
fluctuating like a generator machine
 

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