Withering

Fingers grip a rotting apple Wistful dreams in fractured grapples Pale skin, once a vibrant red Now it's bruised, its glory shed Time has carved its cruel lines In the fruit, in my mind Each bite echoes through my soul Every thought, a heavy toll Memories of crisp mornings fade Now I'm stuck in a tangled braid Doubt's gnawing at my core Anxiety's grip I can't ignore Lost in moments that've slipped Through the cracks, my grip's slipped What was gold now feels chipped Watching it wither, on the counter's edge, I Wish I could fix what I can't mend, I Feel the weight of each decay That's my truth Every day it feels like falling Losing pieces without wondering Tough time, softly scarring Thoughts spiral in a restless flight Through corridors of sleepless nights Apple's skin, it tells a tale Of the life I fear will pale In the mirror, I see it too Reflection, aged and askew Struggling with this inner fray Wondering how to find my way Though the once ripe and firm now fades Worry's grip won't let me trade For a future that feels so thin Where every loss feels like a sin Lost in moments that've slipped Through the cracks, my grip's slipped What was gold now feels chipped Watching it wither, on the counter's edge, I Wish I could fix what I can't mend, I Feel the weight of each decay That's my truth Every day it feels like falling Losing pieces without wondering Tough time, softly scarring Watching it wither, on the counter's edge, I Wish I could fix what I can't mend, I Feel the weight of each decay That's my truth Every day it feels like falling Losing pieces without wondering Tough time, softly scarring