Analysis of Games
His forever haunting memory seeped through on a dark and dreary night,
The awful stench of his stale cigarettes and empty beer cans permeated the already dense air filled in my lungs
He never cared
He never loved
He never even tried!
His passion was not calling for duty
It was not a fortnight away
It was not a mine to craft
His passion was his final fantasy,
His final move,
His final words,
His final embrace.
He walked away without a single tear or care in the world
Ready to conquer,
Ready to steal,
Ready for another life and world entirely
I was just another heart to add to his already impressive collection.
He was ready to play another game!
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 101010100111010101 010111101010111000010111011 1101 1101 110101 1101110110 1110101 1110111 1101110100 1101 1101 11001 110101010111001 10110 1011 1010101010100 11101011111010010010 1110110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 655 |
Words | 134 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 3, 7, 5, 1 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 104 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 24 |
About this poem
Poem I wrote after ex boyfriend left me.
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