The Autumn Within

Outside, there is autumn – the colours of gold and rust

It comes for a month or two and then hits rock bottom

Inside, the autumn stays forever, heaps of ash and dust

It came when I was born, will leave when I’m all rotten

Outside, there is a verdict – an unsympathetic verdict

Unsolicited and uninvited, yet delivered firmly in face

Inside, there exists failure – felt deeply but not worded

It came when I was born, will leave when I quit the race

Outside, there is rejection – a hard and cold rejection

Imparted cruelly yes, yet justified and utterly logical

Inside, there is dejection – a bitter and dark dejection

It came when I was born, will leave with my eulogical

Outside, there is affection – useless and bored affection

A product of reciprocity – a courtesy and mere manners

Inside, there is love – a burning and bonded connection

It came when I was born, will leave with lowered banners

Outside, there is autumn and inside there is an autumn too

In perfect harmony, the weeping violin and the crying cello

Outside, there is autumn and inside there is an autumn too

Were there when I was born, will be there when all is yellow