The Ringing of the Phone
There is goes again…
There it goes again…
Screeching in my ears.
Why isn't it on silent?
The feeling of it vibrating again on the kitchen surface jolts me from the book I was once immersed in, but the ringing…the ringing is the worst.
It scratches against my nerves, and grips my mind and tears me full force from the book
I’m no longer lost in a world of quiet streams, floating clouds and exquisite castles in long forgotten lands.
I have to find it, I have to make it stop.
But, it just keeps on going,
and going,
and going.
I don’t really care who’s calling by now.
And to be perfectly honest i haven’t cared for quite sometime!
I just care about that drilling screech and ringing grating against my skull.
How do it stop it??
If only i could focus my mind enough to locate where I left the blasted thing!
But i can’t….
I can’t because it wont stop!
It’s consuming me.
It’s all I can hear, and i just can’t tell where it’s coming from.
But, then it stops.
Just stops, and there’s silence again…
My ears are still ringing and there’s nail marks all over my hands where I’ve gripped to hard, but the world is coming back into view.
And i see it!
It was there just across the room on the table this whole time.
But now the rooms a complete mess!
With cushions scattered, books left open on the coach, and the dog nudging my leg asking: “What’s wrong?”, with worried eyes drawn open wide.
But it’s there!
The blasted thing is right there…
I don't even check whose called, or who caused all that noise.
I’ll check later. Maybe…
I just switch the noise maker off, pick up my book and return once more to a world of quiet streams, floating clouds and exquisite castles in long forgotten lands.
