Myself is in a muddle

Myself is in a muddle
Yes I’ve got me in a mess
This ticking tocking tinnitus is causing me distress
I am pacing thru the parlour in the middle of the night
Oh if only I could rid this inner sound then I would be alright
But I am beating like a drum
one hundred miles an hour
Slapping cymbols SLAP ?SLAP ?SLAP?
with supersonic power
“Crikey Moses” and “Woe is me”
When will it ever stop?
If it goes on any longer I think myself will POP!!!

So something amidst my inner self opens the back door
I trudge tiredly along the outside backyard stoney floor
I am in my bare feet getting soaked to the skin
Yet sensations stab me like a knife
Arousing me within
I listen to the pouring rain
I smell the fresh air
I have touched the top of my insanity 
but no tinnitus is anywhere
I have diverted my dilemma
that predicament plight
yon monotonous madness betwixt my brain that is my blight

“Hallellujah!!!” 
“Praise the Lord”
Finally at last
Myself is back to being myself
and my muddledness had past?