Ears are ringing
No escape found…
High pitched squealing
To lower buzzing…
Most days
The constant hum…
When storms approach
The sounds overwhelm…
Turn on music or TV
Something to compete…
The waves of nausea
Inevitably come…
Just as waves
Crashing against the shore…
No quiet found
Even with hands over ears…
With wishful heart
The body yearns for the storm’s passing…
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