Fallen

Captured on a window sill,
Trapped inside a frame;
Heavy rain comes pouring through a broken windowpane.
Locked within a gilded cage,
Shut behind the door;
Fading thoughts of fading times, on slowly fading walls.
Puddle forming on the floor, seeping round the glass -
Fallen from the mantelpiece – my face within the shards.
Broken bird on broken perch,
Rivers running red;
A crown of thorns by rose of glass -
Scars around my head.
Shattered ivory memories and a marble altar bed:
A proffered soul in the wooden bowl –
The heart has long since bled.
Lock the windows, lock the doors,
But leave the candle lit.
Let her have a light to pray.
If there's any use in it.