Analysis of He was broken, I was damaged goods.
He was broken, I was damaged goods.
The light couldn't possibly shine
Among the hills of fresh green falsehoods.
He was broken, I was damaged goods.
My losses are buried in the woods,
Along with the shards of scars I regret to name mine
He was broken, I was damaged goods.
The light couldn't possibly shine.
| Scheme | ABaAabAB |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Triolet |
| Metre | 111011101 01101001 01011111 111011101 110110001 0110111101111 111011101 01101001 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 308 |
| Words | 61 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 8 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 241 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 56 |
About this poem
I wrote this poem because of my ongoing challenge of overcoming trauma from my father.
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Written on October 27, 2022
Submitted by melodyw.08567 on March 15, 2023
Modified on April 09, 2023
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