Fury Poem by donald kuutsi

Gazing at the broken mirror,
Trying to join the remains of the broken mirror,
I still see the reflection,
I don't know what l have become,
With the absence of free will,
Without any Goodwill,
Where l m l going? I wonder..
An empty heart filled with only shapes and kings,
The fury driving me crazy, having sleepless nights,
All l have is only a pen in my hand,
To quench this thirstiness of fury in my soul,
May be when the ink& thoughts collide on paper
The fury is going to set my thoughts free,
Because l m tired of this torture everyday,
As l crawl alone in solitude,
Without anyone on my side but only poetry and music,
Is always there for me when everyone fail to be there for me
My heart beat fast, as silence fills the heart,
Whilst the shadow of sorrow sneaks beneath the door inside my world
I try to race against this fury, which l can't escape
Whilst the shadow is attached to me,
Scared to face the world like a valedictory,
Fate fills my heart, pushing me at the edge of the world
Where they is no worse death than the end of hope
I wonder where my free will and the felicific power is,
Because l m tired of racing against this fury