frozen soul

...I'm lying on the floor of a grotto...wakening...
...everything is chilly and stern around me...
...the air is heavy...
It's so funereal.

I can lubberly stagger to my feet
...fumbling my way out of here
a sharp rock scrapes my flesh
I flounder through the narrow passage into deeper silence

I catch sight of a lake encompassed with reed plot
try to struggle closer to it
I'm leaning warily above its mirror,
rather startled to find, looking deeply into it

I can't see myself...
...but who else could be here?
...a Feline visage stares back...
...Am I dreaming?

No. This is real, I'm still awake...
in a dream wounds don't ache.
I'm terrified; slowly crawling further back...
lifting up my eyes to the welkin and weeping

"I just wanted someone who cares for me,
didn't want more, I've told you!
Why did you get rid of me?
Have I done something against you?"

I can now realize
I've become what I've always wanted to be
except being derelict as a pet, I...
...I'll be over there...soon...I will...

Just sitting there without moving
start to feel cold...oh, this icy wind
from the sky something is falling
snow...frost touches my bluish skin

by now my whiskers are frosty
I can't feel my paws...nor the freezing air
just sitting on the spot stiffly
at last sleeping the sleep of the goner.

© Dragon-nip