Poem Interpretation: Cloudy Day

This humanness locked between four walls, has all the conviction to relive the crime, his horrible mistake that direct him to jail. Deprived of liberty, he toy withs what carriage was give care when he was free. Every second he spent outside those walls. All the mass who cared for him. He was never grateful for the manners he was living. It used to be no bars, no chains,no guards to wake you up in the morning. Now that time has changed as they tied(p) tell him when to bath. Sitting in the dark, ceremonial miniature shadows creep by.These little beasts endanger in his room and become his besides friends, he start talking to them, shouting at them, until they turned him mad scarcely then a breeze as luck would have it wakes you from his madness, it take ins him feel alive, the coolness breeze awakens his senses. absolutely he smells the shame brought upon himself. He feels the ungodliness weighing on his shoulders. He tasted the bile of his actions. He hears the sc reams over and over again until the images come back to haunt him again.As the gushes of perfume crash against the building, he smell the newly cut grass, he see the branches, the leaves,and tries to remember the taste of berries hanging of the tree. It was patronageing thither outside his reach, the figure breathed belatedly and continuously as the rocking head looked at him purposely, it started pointing straight at him, mocking him because he is free. To evade reality, is direct a nesesity. His insanity is making him angry. He necessitate alike let himself cool off, but creation locked up al wholeness is the same as being locked in your mind.With no i to talk too he necessitate to look within for answers and comfort. He needs someone to to look forward in seeing again. He sleep togethers her but sometimes forgets she is there waiting. But this dark the cold wind blows through his cell. The stone so cold he thought he was going to freeze. He decided to make the next f our years of his life a time to learn and grow. preferably of letting himself go to the icy night he wanded to feel alive. He precious to have something to look forward to.She was the one who was going to guide him to freedom. In the prison house yard, they werent isolated from the wind that creeped through your bonk during the walk. This used to irritate him but now he has larn to embrace it. That feeling, rush along through his veins, the hairs on his arms stand on end, that shiver does not wear out him, on the contrary it makes him alive. That is what he has learned to embrace because it is one of the last feelings he is able to look forward to since love is so far out of reach.