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

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