The Yellow-Tinted Marble

Quite intriguing and allusive,
That yellowish marble seems.
You wish to pick it up,
For its color so lustily gleams.

You got closer and closer,
Knowing that you shouldn't.
You tried to delay its touch,
Realizing that you couldn't.

When it touches your skin,
You writhe in anguish.
It saps you of goodness,
And causes your soul to languish.

You knew it was dangerous,
But went for it anyway.
Now how will you let go,
That it is here for good to stay?

On a normal Sunday, at about 1 PM,
You look out to the sea and Sun's light.
Then you clutch that yellowish marble,
And throw it away with all your might.

It sinks to the bottom of the ocean,
And will live among the shoal.
Waiting for its next poor victim,
May God have mercy on its soul.