Windows To My Soul Poem by Vincent Igwilo

A tool with which I see the world
Whether good or bad
An impression is made
It triggers on and recalls itself during the unconscious state

A tool I need to guard
Like a knight sole duty
In the protection of a palace
I strive to see right
Or dwell in the shackles of sunken state

A tool in love with the uncertain
Training he needs to see right
Self control a friend
To lend him a helping hand or he drifts and becomes pal with hades

A tool who write my destiny
Who chooses my state of mind
And influences both I and my world
A guardian, he is
When I seek to understand the handwriting on the wall

A tool gravity cannot hold
He travels with the speed of light
And sees the world beyond
A mirror, he is
For he reflects whatever I feel on the inside

A tool I need to shut
At the sight of a daughter of eve
A pomegrate or juicy orange
Which doesn't seem to be mine.