The Sound

At some point, I woke up, and it was there. It never left. We thought after some months it'd be gone, that my ears would just recover. It's not looking good. That creepy high pitch sound. The feeling you can't shake off that something is eating away a sense you once favored. I was already living with a voice in my head, now I have to deal with a boiling kettle noise for the rest of my life? I can almost imagine how it look like...it's snarky grin, it's constant presence...