I'M Tired.
I’m tired of the bull. I’m tired of people thinking they’re better than me. I’m tired of having to
talk to myself. I guess my words aren’t clear enough to listen to. I need to be free. My time
is coming. When? I’m tired of waiting. I’m so tired.
There are only four walls, four corners, a ceiling, a floor,
three windows, a table, four chairs and no door.
What! No door. I need to get out of here.
I broke three windows out with three of the chairs.
Outside the window there was nothing there. I was by myself.
I’m glad there were three windows. I have one chair left.
Between sitting, standing, pacing and beaten on the walls.
I came to see, I was lonely. I wasn’t tired at all.
Author: Jaspery Jones
J Two
Date: June 7, 2009
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