The Tinn is a din
inside of my head
from the moment I wake
till asleep in my bed
The Tinn is a grating
that’s never abating
for a solution
I sit here waiting
Nails on a chalkboard
constantly screeching
for an answer
I’m forever beseeching
Violins out of tune
sirens howling at noon
dentist’s drill in my ear
loss of hearing is fear
Is it the smoke alarm?
is it the clock?
emergency broadcast test?
— what the f**k?
The Tinn is a violence
praying for silence
makes it hard to function
losing my gumption
The Tinn is a sin
that no one deserves
a godawful noise
that shreds all my nerves
Tinnitus is
torment unending
wait for a treatment
my prayer is ascending
Inner Voice 