August 12, 2009
By Megan McHaney BRONZE, Manhattan, Kansas
Megan McHaney BRONZE, Manhattan, Kansas
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The quiet sinks deeply into my soul,
I do not notice.
It moves dead lips,
But does not make a noise.
Its icy fingers run across my mind,
Trying to make its presence known.
I do not notice.
The quiet engulfs the world around me,
Turning everything silent.
Nothing moves in the muted night,
Nothing lives in the muted night.
Except for me,
That is when I notice.
The quiet now becomes apparent,
And I understand.
All it wanted was for me to notice.

The author's comments:
I wrote this to explain the extent that some people will go to make others notice them.

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