there's a void that lives in my ear
dark and twisted and cruel
and i thought that
that perhaps i could learn
just to live with the silence
the echoing, harsh nothingness
of the void
but you see
my void houses
yet another creature
oddly, the two are as
light and day
the void is cold and cruel,
dark and silent and oh so endless
but this other thing
oh, the void's friend
is loud and restless,
eternal and painful and insistent
so even in the potential
i may have seen a window
a porthole of hope
for respite
my resigned silence
has become this maddening,
neverending hell
and it all lives in my ear
you see the branches,
they shrivelled up and died
look at my ear as you would a tree
a firm, long standing oak
roots and branches for nerves
a resilient base for an ear drum
imagine the tree has fallen
all but the base
you can hack at it
you can hope it may function
just as it did before
as trees are just meant to
but the roots are dead
the branches are cracked and gone
so imagine an ear as an ear again
it's purpose to hear and receive
now imagine a silence
as promised by description
of ailment
only there is one exception
that constant, infuriating noise
the one that keeps you awake
that fuels your insomnia and
campaigns your insanity
a working ear drum will still receive
the noise
the vibration, the impact, the pressure
but as a tree functions
so does an ear
with no roots and no branches
the base is just a base
it may receive
but no message shall be truly received
not with my ears
nothing but constant static
or a piercing ringing
seldom a painful tone
but enough to suffer with
too loud and you hear the blaring
you feel the pressure
you try in vain to double down
to cover where it affects you
but it only gets worse
too quiet,
silent
and slowly,
very slowly
you may just lose your mind
in my ear lives a void
the roots are dead
the base lives on
and the void's host
may just destroy me
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
there's a void that lives in my ear
dark and twisted and cruel
and i thought that
that perhaps i could learn
just to live with the silence
the echoing, harsh nothingness
of the void
but you see
my void houses
yet another creature
oddly, the two are as
light and day
the void is cold and cruel,
dark and silent and oh so endless
but this other thing
oh, the void's friend
is loud and restless,
eternal and painful and insistent
so even in the potential
i may have seen a window
a porthole of hope
for respite
my resigned silence
has become this maddening,
neverending hell
and it all lives in my ear
you see the branches,
they shrivelled up and died
look at my ear as you would a tree
a firm, long standing oak
roots and branches for nerves
a resilient base for an ear drum
imagine the tree has fallen
all but the base
you can hack at it
you can hope it may function
just as it did before
as trees are just meant to
but the roots are dead
the branches are cracked and gone
so imagine an ear as an ear again
it's purpose to hear and receive
now imagine a silence
as promised by description
of ailment
only there is one exception
that constant, infuriating noise
the one that keeps you awake
that fuels your insomnia and
campaigns your insanity
a working ear drum will still receive
the noise
the vibration, the impact, the pressure
but as a tree functions
so does an ear
with no roots and no branches
the base is just a base
it may receive
but no message shall be truly received
not with my ears
nothing but constant static
or a piercing ringing
seldom a painful tone
but enough to suffer with
too loud and you hear the blaring
you feel the pressure
you try in vain to double down
to cover where it affects you
but it only gets worse
too quiet,
silent
and slowly,
very slowly
you may just lose your mind
in my ear lives a void
the roots are dead
the base lives on
and the void's host
may just destroy me
i'm deaf and i don't know how to deal with it