Bystander

I am empty, a knocked over vessel

I lay on the table, slowly rolling towards the edge

With nothing to catch, nothing to stand in my way

My broken fate seems inevitable, shattered on the floor

My contents, spilled

Only seem to hasten the careen

Despite the cohesion to which I've grown accustomed

Surface tension punctured

Sink to the bottom

As the rind quickly heals

To obscure the view

Of the dark depths

From the unwelcome onlooker