Poetic Injustices

Poetic injustices now you're leaving Autumn leaves are gathering Now head heart and arms are heavy, But honestly, there's no golden charm. I slept I cried myself distantly away I drank from the valley of sorrow And despaired that tomorrow— Sunshine might never-come-again my way. I took whisky to mellow my gloom Drank it like cold tea, every day, And snored hollow like panpipes I listened to old notes longing to stay. Every flavour is bitter-frozen as winter Oh, how now tears clench my insides Dry like a desert with abandoned space Where nothing-verdant living resides.