Hope for Heaven

A cat lies in a cold, creepy cellar

With only the whisper of air through the old walls

To comfort his feelings of loneliness.

He purrs at himself,

Trying to add noise to his environment,

Knowing he will neither be confronted or thought of.

The window casts a shadow on the cellar,

As if showcasing the dream of the cat in a glance.

Yet, this dream is impossible to achieve without help.

It tempts him day and night,

Yet he abandons his wishes and retires to the shivering, stone floor.

The cellar reeks of cat feces,

An accumulation over the dark days since his imprisonment.

Yet, hope lies within the cat’s mind,

Due to a flicker of light that catches his eyes under the cellar door.

But the cat is still alone, gloomy due to no new visitors.

Yet one day, he shall rise out of this dark abyss

And go to a place full of light and laughter,

Fulfilling his only request;

A place with white columns and a visible, baby blue sky,

The place in the clouds up high,

The place where his destiny lies,

Heaven.