Lost Glory Ii Poem by donald kuutsi

Every minute, every hour, everyday l m trying to move
with the deep wounds inside my heart..

I used to fly high like a bird,
l can't fly anymore with the wounded wings.
Everything l touch is turning Grey
the doors leading to happiness are closed, trying to work on the locks
but l can't find the keys the locks..

Trying to design the perfect design to lean on, the hope and courage is being pushed at the edge of the cliff, my body is willing to accept the reality but the soul is nt willing, l m so exhausted may be l will have to let the cup pass to have HAPPINESS AND FREEDOM may be l will regain the lost Glory...

The vibe that used to ignite the heart was quenched by the sky fall, the ink and the thoughts aint colliding on the paper, l got a fury
in my soul, at the moment l m lifeless inside the world l live only
the heart beat that is loud is the only notification that l m in the zone though l lost my glory l used to have..