"HALF THE SOUND" (A Poem About A Perforated Eardrum)
Half the sound is faintly barricaded
as I turn to the left
The other half is still safe
as I turn to the right
I fear of slowly losing the ability
to enjoy music and voices
slowly consumed by this agony
This is not one of my choices
I need to hear that faintly missing half again,
despite the phantom plug that's causing me pain.
R.
(Jakarta, 8/9/2017 - 7:30 am - I wrote this before I finally got my ears checked and treated.)
