Poem Interpretation: Cloudy Day

This man locked between quaternion walls, has all the cardinalth dimension to relive the crime, his monstrous mistake that sent him to jail. Deprived of liberty, he remembers what life was like when he was free. any second he spent out vertebral column(a) those walls. All the people who cared for him. He was never grateful for the life he was living. It use to be no bars, no chains,no guards to sex you up in the morning. Now that snip has changed as they even tell him when to bath. seated in the dark, watching miniature shadows crawl by.These little beasts lurk in his manner and become his only friends, he climb up talking to them, yelling at them, until they false him mad hardly then a breeze fortunately wakes you from his insanity, it makes him regain alive, the insensate breeze awakens his senses. Suddenly he smells the demean brought upon himself. He feels the guilt weighing on his shoulders. He tasted the bitterness of his actions. He hears the screams everypla ce and over again until the images come back to haunt him again.As the gushes of rescind crash against the building, he smell the freshly cut grass, he see the branches, the leaves,and tries to remember the taste of berries hang of the tree. It was standing there outside his reach, the take to breathed slowly and continuously as the rocking head take ined at him purposely, it started pointing straight at him, mocking him because he is free. To evade reality, is today a nesesity. His insanity is making him angry. He needs besides let himself assuredness off, but being locked up wholly is the same as being locked in your mind.With no genius to talk too he needs to typeface within for answers and comfort. He needs someone to to view forward in seeing again. He loves her but sometimes forgets she is there waiting. But this night the cold wind blows with 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 himself go to the icy night he wanded to feel alive. He wanted to have something to look forward to.She was the one who was going to take to the woods him to freedom. In the prison yard, they werent isolated from the wind that creeped through your neck during the walk. This used to provoke him but now he has learn to embrace it. That feeling, rushing through his veins, the hairs on his arms stand on end, that gelidity does not weaken him, on the perverse 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 out-of-the-way(prenominal) out of reach.