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Exercise (Sections and Columns)
Bouncing Wall As I sit here and look at the emptiness of the room, I wait. I wait for the date to come; to be free. I've been here long enough, in this room. The walls are white and white is all that I see, nothing else. No chair. No bed. Nothing. They've got them all, everything. Nothing is in my room. They're scared, scared that I'll do something with the furniture and hurt myself. I did that only once...but I was so mad at that time! I'm lonely. I'm isolated from everyone else. Why? I'm not always like that; it's only sometimes that I'll get mad, only sometimes. They treat me like some sort of animal; locked up, except when I'm eating. They'll sit with me and feed me, not letting me touch even a plastic spoon. I'm lonely. I want to get out of this place. I'll go anywhere. I'll do anything to get out. I just don't want to go on living like this. I want out. I can't stand it any longer, can't take it anymore. I let out a loud scream. My troubles will be gone soon, -- I think. I'm going to leave this place, going to a better one. But how? I must think of a way out. My hands are strapped behind me, what can I do? I've got it! I get up and run; run faster than I have ever ran before. Run head first-- right into the wall. But I bounce right back. Stupid padding.
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