Poem Interpretation: Cloudy Day

This man locked between four walls, has all the time to live the crime, his horrible mistake that sent him to jail. Deprived of liberty, he remembers what life was ilk when he was free. Every second he spent extinctside those walls. all in all the people who cared for him. He was never grateful for the life he was living. It employ to be no bars, no chains,no guards to wake you up in the morning. straightway that time has changed as they even tell him when to bath. Sitting in the dark, reflexion miniature shadows creep by.These little beasts lurk in his room and get under whizzs skin his only friends, he start talking to them, yelling at them, until they saturnine him mad But then a breeze fortunately wakes you from his insanity, it makes him feel alive, the cold breeze awakens his senses. Suddenly he smells the shame brought upon himself. He feels the guilt weighing on his shoulders. He mouthfuld the bitterness of his actions. He hears the screams everyplace and over ag ain until the images come back to haunt him again.As the gushes of ramble crash against the building, he smell the freshly cut grass, he see the branches, the leaves,and tries to remember the taste of berries hanging of the tree. It was standing there outside his reach, the figure breathed soft and continuously as the rocking head looked at him purposely, it started pointing straight at him, irritating him because he is free. To evade reality, is now a nesesity. His insanity is making him angry. He needs too let himself cool off, just being locked up alone is the same as being locked in your mind.With no one to talk too he needs to look within for answers and comfort. He needs someone to to look forward in seeing again. He loves her but sometimes forgets she is there waiting. But this night the cold wind blows through his cell. The stone so cold he thought he was going to freeze. He decided to make the next four years of his life a time to learn and grow. Instead of letting him self go to the icy night he wanded to feel alive. He wanted to excite something to look forward to.She was the one who was going to guide him to freedom. In the prison yard, they werent isolated from the wind that creeped through your neck during the walk. This used to irritate him but now he has learned to embrace it. That feeling, rushing through his veins, the hairs on his arms stand on end, that shiver does not weaken 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.