The Ringing

The phone it rings, but no ones there

A constant ringing that only I can hear

It’s almost as bad as the voices, in my head

One moment of peace, I wish them dead

 

I wait and hope one day it will end

This ringing that echoes inside my head

It’s better than the voices I normally hear

At least the ringing I do not fear

 

It sounds surreal, I know it does

But it’s something I live with, it always was  

At least when I drank it was barely there

But those days are gone, except twice a year

 

Medications help to quiet it down

Makes the ringing not so loud

It has to stop, I know it will

As for today I've had my fill

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

read some of your other pieces...nice writing
this one I really like...
to write of an illness in rhyme ...could not have been easy to do and this is done well
love your last line
thank you for sharing...days will get brighter ...nice meeting you