They call it ringing

I can’t remember what true silence sounded like

now that the ringing is constant

sometimes it is disguised by outside sounds

but as I try to fall asleep it is ever present and inescapable

I practice accepting it

I put my attention elsewhere

apparently, the noise is made by my own mind

It is striving to listen

and while trying to listen, it rings

Or hums like a piece of electrical equipment

It reminds me of the long track on a Ghost is born

fortunately, I notice it less during the day

And I have yet to layer white noise on top of it

an expert suggested sleeping with the sound of artificial rain

Yet I don’t really like the stress of a rain storm with thunder every night

plain acceptance seems to work best


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