Fog in the Ear

My ear was blocked.
A constant buzz,
Felt like a fly
Trapped in a drab net curtain.
Demoralizing;
Like damp, dirty, fog
Touching the face.
Deafness was the least of it.
But I couldn't hear,
Not even in my dreams.
A fuzzy head constrains.
Choice becomes impossible.
My ear was blocked.
It's better now.
The sun's not shining yet.
But, I live in hope!

Journeying

Drums beat!
I'm running,
You beside me.
I strain to breathe.
You are still cool;
Contained.
Not lost,
I'm losing it.
I hate the tunnel.
Then we're out,
As always, into trees.
The dark sky's above.
Somewhere ahead,
Another dawn!
We keep running.