Rotten Days

Window fog, morning pale
Hands cold against the rail
Coffee stains on faded pages
Fingers numb, another day
Old guitar rests in silence
Shadows cross the drying clay
Unworn jacket by the corner
Yesterday still on the floor
Muted phone and quiet questions
Light that doesn't warm me more
Trust is thinning in the quiet
Every word collects the dust
I am wilting, slow and clever
Under songs I can't remember
Days keep fading out of frame
Nothing lingers, nothing stays
I am wilting. no one's counting
Falling further, softly drowning
All the gold turns into haze
These are my rotten days
Plants that leaned towards summer
Droop beneath the autumn sky
Candle's scent dissolves to memory
Silent hours passing by
Outside voices blurred by weather
Chilled tea cooling on the sill
Questions curl into a spiral
Waiting for a spark to fill
Once my heart was fire and thunder
Now it's just a line of smoke
If I vanished in the silence
Would you laugh or just not know?
I am wilting, light as weather
Under clouds that never sever
Every color slips away
Caught inside my rotten days