Brittle...

Bits of me
Slip between your fingers
As I land,
Crushed
In the stoic abyss
Caged by the bars of a void...
And I claw at the stars
From a distance
As the sky swims
In myopic rhythm...
While the soft pitter patter
Of my broken soul
Pours down
It's the monsoon of melancholia...
You are there
Wafting into my senses
Turning me brittle
Your scarred porcelain doll
Standing
On the mantelpiece...