The hornet and the tinnitus

A reflective poem of great depth

By Rachel DeemingPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

I'm not worried too much by the sting;

From a distance, I'll just blast the thing.

But there's something I really abhor:

Its buzzing, an insectile roar.

My concern is not one made from fear

But is caused by my poor inner ear,

As it seems that when I hear that buzz,

It results in a loud tinnitus.

Even though there is no hornet near

I can still hear it here in my ear.

It seems a remarkable trick

And it really does get on my wick.

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