The Tap

The Tap Drips Into the polished ceramic bowl Echoing Through the Paper walls We should fix it But it doesn’t seem to be hurting anyone. The bowl is half full Filled with murky white water I glimpse at my reflection A distorted white beast stares back The tap continues to drip We should fix it But it doesn’t seem to be hurting anyone. The bowl is full Filled to the brim with jet black water I glimpse into the water But nothing reflects No light escapes the darkness The tap drips We should fix it But it doesn't seem to be hurting anyone. Overflow The paper walls dissolve What was once structure turns into Rubble Nothing but pulp remains We should have fixed it. But it didn't seem to be hurting anybody.