An endless sound
Of hissing resounds,
Persistently,
In ones weary skull…
Perverse echoes
Find to devise
In a mind resigned,
The means to survive
A state that confounds,
One forced to listen
Beyond humane bounds,
Said tinnitus to suffer
In its hell bent surrounds!
There is a buzz
Said be tinnitus,
A ringing sound
Ne’er holds leave,
Tho has no cause
Save but it does
Till seems a hiss,
Like a cicada’s
Endless kiss,
A grating bound
To drive one mad,
As could be found
Echoes from hell,
This buzz made feel
As would a bell
Of endless peal,
Wants buried be
Tintinnabulations
And thus so well,
Rather than decapitate
As the alternate stead,
To stop tormenting
My wretched head!
Poetry on a Canapé 