A prisoner looks through the narrow window of his prison cell and retrospects his past actions and life. This poem is a shadow of his thoughts.
Opened my eyes to a window of thoughts;
But failed to look up at the sun above.
It is bright and shining; enlightened.
I envy it,
jealous a bit.
Gathered my consciousness to a reality of my actions.
I am the dark side of the moon,
A murky hidden shadow; ignorant.
A sinner,
I pity myself.
Opened my eyes to a window of thoughts;
A flame of zeal, a ray of life – the sun.
remorse, misery and evil; me.
Am I the reason, or the victim myself?
My cure; education or destiny?