A little cat

A spotted beauty with those daring eyes

A wild heart devouring only itself

A little darling, away will she quickly fly

Stories stacked over each other within herself

She shivered as she lay beneath those sheets

Her courage was killed, fighting not to scream

A little dose of that medicine she was given

Oh how is she forgotten in the world of madness

Standing under that shadowy non-existent figure

She knew what she had to do but couldnt do it

Alas a little girl was alway going to be only so little

For the world to crumple under her only little feet

She was mistook for adventures that were never given

Forced to be mocked by her own eternal misery

A pure white feather dipped in ink, giving away her secrets

Only if someone read them, she wouldn't be sinking

Her singing was hoarse from the crying and raging

But again was she put underneath the figure

How will she differentiate between reality and fantasy

If she is not allowed to ever fantasise about her dreams

She never sought an escape, only endured quietly

No one ever thought of even asking her how she was

Everyone knew her story, but still said:

You are still so young! You know nothing at all!

The wisdom that ran in her veins was killed shortly

After her writings stopped and the breathing slowed

God finally showed her some mercy for the life she endured

Everywhere was light, she knew her rope now was secured

At the boulevard of madness, she was buried deep 

Everyone was there but no one actually wanted to weep

A little cat that perched on her windowsill

Said goodbye to her in her quiet, little will. 

Author's Note

I dont even know what I wrote there. All I want to say is that I am very sleepy right now and just wrote this for reason. Do tell me how it is. And thank you.

Reviews

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

I feel sad for the departed one but also for the cat who had come to love her. In loneliness our greatest strength. It s a pity she did not realize that. What must the little cat think?

[Mayank]

There is a tight emotional grip from very first word, the pill to me sounded like a sleeping pills and how she let out everything from her chest by writing her sufferings.