Whispers of Silence
Tinnitus bells ringing the livelong day,
Makes the sound of silence hard to define;
The aggravation never goes away,
As my ears ring and pop, whistle and whine.
I can't understand voices on my phone,
When I take a message, much of it's guessed.
I seek quiet places, sit all alone,
Isolated, my hearing needs a rest.
Do fish in the ocean look at the land,
And contemplate being there if they're caught?
A concept as easy to understand
Is absence of sound -- it’s a foreign thought.
I cannot explain, not adequately,
What whispers of silence would mean to me.
I don't remember if I have ever known silence.