Decay

Some of us are like glass,
we shatter at the first fall from grace.

Some of us are like paper,
we tear at the slightest pull.

Some of us are like stone,
breaking only after much effort.

Some of us are like stones in the sea;
why we wear away endlessly, even we don't know.
It's not that we're breaking.
It's not that we're tearing or crumbling to pieces.
Yet still we just wear away...

We weren't whole before,
but now we are nothing but empty...