There’s a ringing in my ear 

And it’s not the church bells sifting through my quiet open window 

It’s not the sound of the chimes tolling into the clouds themselves 

Turning wind into song waves

Waves that don’t care where they bring you or how hard you break 

Waves that hold more of what’s wasted than wanted 

There’s a ringing

It crashes on shores that are ruined with time and space, and outrage  

And I wanted the water but

I’m brought to my knees which are wretched with so much of this kneeling 

And I can’t stand the sting

There’s a ringing 

2024