Analysis of Help
Now, I got my soul
Earth gave me a blow
Like the drowning stone
I hit far depths
A feeling of death
Around are a million folks
On their watch, a helpless choke!
For my hands, I stretched
Alas! no one it met
A wicked agony I felt
Now, I lost my soul
In grief, a party they throw
Billions, the blood that shows
Few are those I know
A final salute for my toast?
A funny ridicule to the ghost!
| Scheme | ABXXX XXXXX ABXBCC |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11111 11101 10101 1111 01011 0110101 1110101 11111 011111 01010011 11111 0101011 100111 11111 01001111 01010101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 397 |
| Words | 87 |
| Sentences | 4 |
| Stanzas | 3 |
| Stanza Lengths | 5, 5, 6 |
| Lines Amount | 16 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 100 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 27 |
About this poem
I wrote this poem when I saw a beggar having a seizure by the roadside, and no one offered any help.
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Written on June 01, 2021
Submitted by teejoke2277 on April 30, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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