Tinnitus.
Some hear creaks,
Or corn crakes,
cicadas,
even bees.
Telephones, jet plane, drones,
Or the jingling sound of keys.
Mosquitoes got to be the worst,
Bad enough to those not cursed.
But what about a dripping tap,
Turns a sleep into a nap.
Quasi Modo heard the bells,
Others hear the sound in shells.
Samuel Morse could never sleep,
He kept hearing bleep bleep bleep.
Then of course, was poor Van Gogh,
He found no cure, so cut it off.