The “helping words” are missing so I believe this line is a Metaphor.
Answer:
when we see that he repeats the bad qualities any one can guess that the narrator is angry, this applies to real life as well.
Explanation:
Answer:
It was forty-five minutes past twelve, the once salmon and lavender sky had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black, the night had laid down a blanket of darkness, when I tilted my head skyward, I could clearly see millions of bright stars dotted on the black sky night, the thick gloomy clouds had shaded over the luminous moon, the sky was full of glistening stars but there was no moon, as I glanced to the left, my broken down digital clock barely read 12 Well, I guess I'm lacking something, something that everyone I know seems to have, something that everyone seems to cherish, defend, and cherish more than everyone else. It was easy for me to forget and simply left things as they were; nevertheless, it was much more difficult to forget, no matter how terrible and devastating it was. Every night before bed, I look out my bedroom window serenely, thinking about how the chirping crickets and the faint sound of the very few cars on the road driving past in the distance seem to keep me somewhat sane. I guess whenever I'm peering out into that vast midnight sky, I find comfort; I imagine it as my canvas, and I sometimes find myself staring out for hours just drawing up my own perfect world in my mind. I reluctantly turn away from the fictionally ideal world outside my bedroom window, which I find myself in.
A mist cloud hung in the air above the sky as it darkened from the blue light sky to a dark black dismal sky dangling above the horizon. I walked back into the car, where it appeared that it might begin to rain. The wind blew hard and long. I turned to close the windows, but as I got closer to the window, I noticed that large clouds were fusing together, creating a massive, massive hurricane. I turned back to seal the windows. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; a hurricane was heading our way. I couldn't believe it, despite the fact that this was extremely dangerous and had the potential to have numerous negative consequences for both the environment and the people. Panic and sorrow filled every spirit, as evidenced by the cries of infants, the frenzied shouts of mothers, and the heartbreaking wails of defenseless men and women. The trees swayed, like if they were a football stadium full with fans cheering for their team. People were scurrying all over the place in every direction. I made a decision. I was pacing very quickly when I decided to turn around. There was the typhoon, which was really dangerous. The hurricane was pulling everything in like a black hole, squeezing everything in. In the distance, I could see people sprinting behind and in front of me, doing everything they could to get away from the hazardous hurricane. The wind blasted hard from all directions, causing you to lose your equilibrium.
Explanation:
The speaker had a specific identity. He was A.H.'s friend and this was the way he mourned him. No one else mourned him with those words. No one else shared the same experiences with A.H. The I may be known to the reader but that doesn't matter. The I is expressing his personal grief in his poems.
