Just another frog

Froggie was sure he was gonna die. She talked of leaving him. She was never there. He loved her so.Had done his all,maybe it was not much,but then just a mere ordinary frog was he. He sat looking at the ugly reflection in the pond.Whatever anyone might say,in his cold stony heart he knew he never was the handsome prince and never would be.His eyes bulged in the darkness unseeing, devoid of emotion. It scared him that he did not feel the ray of constant hope that the princess would kiss him.He sat in quiet resignation as the wind blistered past him whispering dark images as it whistled past the reeds which stood swaying like unsteady, uncertain warriors who did not yet know that they were defeated. He held on to no such illusions as he looked up to see the rain teeming down to wash out his uncrying eyes. Why oh why could he not even cry? Some thought it a blessing to feel this way, if only they knew the bleakness that rested within his heart, They only knew the calm before the storm, they knew not the terrible gnawing of a calm that befell as the world quietly destroyed every shred of reason. She was gone, gone once more. Even in the clearing of the mist in moments when the rain stopped its uneasy rhythm, he could see not that smile. All he could see was a vast emptiness that stretched beyond the horizon reflecting the emptiness in his soul. Why oh why had he foolishly believed she loved him? Why did he believe that a frog could ever be loved? He knew he was no prince? And never would be. Then why had his stupid brain ever believed in fairy tales? Why had he believed the look in the princesses eyes? Did he not know? Had he not experienced that princesses never kiss frogs? They just please their hearts for a while whilst waiting for a real prince? After all who would want to kiss a frog for just a random chance. He surely would not. He looked at the fly flit past. His tongue twitched instinctively. No, he would not eat. Then surely he would die. And that was good. That should be his fate for being foolish. And then she would see what a beautiful soul she had rejected. One that loved her with all his heart. Oh! Who was he kidding? She would not even notice his passing. It was better he live.Agony was good for the soul the wise said. He would become a saintly frog then. But he did not want that.And if he died and the princess really loved him. Oh no, this was so bloody confusing.Why can things not be simple? Ah! He might as well eat some. Flies were too bloody tasty to avoid, even one’s soul was tormented. And anyway there were always other ways to die. Yes maybe he would just drown. Without hesitation he jumped into the pond. Oh no! It was not as if he did not try. Just that the pond was too shallow. It was fine. He would try another pond. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe his heart would just stop with the wealth of emotion as his heart ripped apart. That would be nice. It sounded so romantic. Yes that was definitely a desirable way to die. OK, he would wait for that. That would surely happen to him. Where the hell is the princess. She promised she would be there for him, or did she? He felt so confused. He had such a little brain. It could not hold much. Oh! If only the princess was there he could feel alive again. But if froggies were horses, dreams would not die. And so he settled down to wait………

Just another frog

neveille

Joined January 2008

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