The hornet and the tinnitus
A reflective poem of great depth
I'm not worried too much by the sting;
From a distance, I'll just blast the thing.
But there's something I really abhor:
Its buzzing, an insectile roar.
My concern is not one made from fear
But is caused by my poor inner ear,
As it seems that when I hear that buzz,
It results in a loud tinnitus.
Even though there is no hornet near
I can still hear it here in my ear.
It seems a remarkable trick
And it really does get on my wick.
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Comments (6)
A delightful rhyming poem… not often tinnitus stars in a poem! Hope it’s not true for you 😵💫.
My tinnitus sounds like evening crickets in the field, a rather pleasant sound. Sounding like a hornet I would find quite unnerving, lol.
I know that annoying feeling. I swear sometimes I can hear the furnace hum in my bldg.
This was nice to read and so relatable
I really enjoyed this. Tinnitus is extremely annoying. =]
Imagine it enters your ear and stays there, lol. Loved your poem!