I live my life from day to day,
Sometimes so bad I have to lay.
Upon my bed I rest my head...
noise inside I mostly dread.
My hearing as it comes an goes,
until one day this thing I fear ,
I will not any longer hear.
Sometimes the noise inside my head
seems only quiet I’ll know is "dead".
The roaring ,buzzing , whirring sounds,
go on and on, my head does pound.
I stumble, trip, feel like I’m drunk.
this craziness keeps going on.
The stillness I crave you think," is near"
But that is not to be, I fear,
because of this thing called Menieres.!
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