writing

Quiet Missed

Noise poured out like a raging river,

Growing and shattering any remaining peace.

It’s source of undetectable amid the chaos.

Too many sounds to come from just one point.

Hands fly up, shielding sensitive ears.

The cacophony confused and impaired her.

She just needed to outlast them,

Or flee the situation, but that’s not an option.

Finally, the crowd dispersed and quiet returned.

Peace found her late, but at last.

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