Dunked

DUNKED I feel like a badly dunked and broken biscuit Sweet icebergs floating in a warm cup of tea What was to have been a favourite texture Now a mudslide with soft submerged blobs Abandoned now as the drinker walks away Is this how people always are at the end As hopes for something good are dashed Beyond any recovery, left to sink unseen Discarded, bereft of earlier anticipation Despite all good intentions, now failed However solid things were at the start A confection constructed for a soft bite Now just a sludge with no pretensions Not having made it to teeth or tongue That missed taste opportunity now lost But the other half still between the fingers Perhaps a chance for some redemption Not risking a further failed attempt But a crisp bite is now just acceptable And avoidance with a careful sip of tea