The Wild Cat Woes

The first ray of light hits the bars;
   His thoughts erupt out, but are crestfallen and dark.
The uproarious, stone-blind nighttime finally desists in a gleam;
   Conscious that there's a flimsy day ahead full of crashed dreams.
In his heart prevails a sky full of stars;
   The awakening, illumination of hope when he used to walk on his path.
The cherished, enchanting echoes of the forest spellbind him;
   Each enclosed, innocent, desperate face, of his lovely life, remind him.
He is enigmatic about why food is not satisfactory and water not sweet;
   Why, these new beings, seem so heartless and days full of grieves.
Are the pro-fusing, thriving fields sickened of him?
   Or is it a joke that will end in bliss?
He drowns into a pool of memories of his good old days;
   When joy seemed real and enthusiasm was in vibrant ablaze.
Yes, he was optimistic that his cheerful heydays would again, his life, en-light;
   But now this wild cat had another uproarious, stone-blind night.