The Tedious Storm

I knew I’d I waited long enough when colors burst on the scene
I’d endured big talk from little minds
And waded through topics I didn’t want to understand
Reserves I hadn’t realized still existed carried me through on waves of words and polite smiles
And it took strength to hold back the gallons of anecdotes no one would want to hear
So I employed quiet as a rusty tool
And observed others as specimens in their own little jars
Each with their own solutions
And ideals
Are they really happy with their chit chat
Or do they secretly yearn for more
I just had to wait til the storm passed
To bask in the rainbow
But while they droned on
I felt heroic bearing the weight of tedium
Now I’m floating and relieved and alone.


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