Whatever was holding him back he broke it talking about how evil the spell was avoiding gossip. i wont waste my young years no more on poetry. poetry is supposed to be godly, but associates with poverty, and is worthless.
Im the one who broke the spell. i wont let the spell hold me back any longer now could i forget you because you were always around now that i can see through you i see natures beauty, and will see it forever.
poetry still came to sight like flowers, streams, bloom, and light great beauty of the stars, and sun and poetry are one. i was caged up but Im free the beauty came back.
imagery - " natures everlasting smile"
the whole poem is one long metaphor