A Cry For Home

Lonliness consumes me. I listen for the phone, a familiar voice from home, but in my ears, the ringing is so loud. I try to block out the sound children crying, grown men dying, The ringing is so loud. Seeking comfort, drowning in mud, but even there, the ringing is so loud. Inserting earplugs, longing for silence, hoping to blinfold reality; bombs still exploding, and sparks flying. The ringing is so loud. I recieved your letter today, and somehow through all the noise, I heard the familiar voice and it was in this moment, the ringing stopped!