The Slow Decay

A Poem by Tanul M

My life lies, steaming, full,
Up to the brim,
To the very edge
Like this dainty cup.
Hush, Speak not loud.
Only whisper.
For you will break
The calm cosmetic
Of the pernicious liquid
That otherwise rests
Un-moving, too still,
In this wounded goblet.
The mote watches silently
From behind the curtain
As the liquid feasts
On the insides of the scuffled china
And so will you and me
For there is nothing we can do

To stop this slow decay.