Tinnitus poem

I have a serpent who lives under the bed.

His name is Tinnitus, or so it’s said.

At night when it’s quiet he hisses in my ear,

He makes me feel so very queer.

He robs the silence I once enjoyed.

Now I am just so very annoyed.

I cannot sleep, I want to scream,

My sanity is bursting at the seam

For I want to die and I await in fear

Of the sound of the serpent no body else can hear.

Zoe

A founder of hsphaven, Zoe hopes to create a space for HSP writers to come together and share their diverse passions and expertise through writing. This has been an important outlet for Zoe over the years; she fondly recalls writing stories as a child at recess and lunchtime and sharing them with her classmates. Some of Zoe’s areas of interest include mental health, healing and self-development. She has a background in psychology/social science. In her spare time Zoe enjoys being in Nature, op shopping, vegan food, music, and art and craft.

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