Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

29 January 2012

Tinitus.

With tinitus steadily rising
Uncontrolled noise
Can't think in a cloud
Can't hear myself talk.
Posted by James M. Frost at 14:05
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