A cold wind blew this hispanic man to me <br />A New York warrior fighting to be free <br />Why would anyone drift to my headspace <br />For advice for comfort for perhaps a trace <br />Of some kinda understanding I suppose <br />God almighty what could I propose <br />To mend this wretch on the edge <br />Of insanity, manic emptiness, a violent ledge <br /> My wife has gone my children too <br />As of right now there is only you <br />Me? I can't do a bloody thing <br />Other than make even more of a ring <br />In your ears tormented every day <br />By a ringing thats grinding your brain away <br />Down from ground zero by the water we stood <br />Perhaps a fertile place to set the mood <br />Hey man no answer have I got for you <br />I am lost on this one, just a listening fool <br />When we suffer we suffer alone <br />Like you with your buzz, your terrible drone <br />Costing you all and everything near <br />I bet you wish God never gave you an ear <br />He held my hand and stood near me still <br />I stood with this stranger ever so, till <br />Thank you for your time, he quietly said <br />I will remember this day till after Im dead <br /> And I walked away up a New York Ave <br />With the wind on my back and a stormy view <br />Turned a corner that said that my way was ahead <br /> And the only thing for company was the ring in my head.<br /><br />Geoffrey Fafard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tinnitus-new-york-style/
