Analysis of Dirt
I never quite fit in, felt like, there’s nowhere I belong
This feeling made me, soft hearted probably to headstrong.
No comfort in my body, it hurts and fails me,
No comfort from my loved ones, everybody’s bailed me.
I am all alone, undisputedly alone,
I do have my kids who live with me in this home
But do I really live here? Or do I live inside my head?
It's a constant struggle, daily, wishing I was dead
I moved across the country, twice in just a year,
Dragged my children with me, nobody to lean on, so it would appear.
I asked my Boy's Dad to take them, for just a while,
After my new husband died and I forgot how to smile.
He said this is Karma for treating him so bad,
That’s my children’s father, they’re embarrassed to call him Dad.
So I took them on a grieving journey of a woman half insane,
The other half has tumors growing on my brain.
Sometimes I think; Should my Kin take some extra care?
To see if we’re ok, but nope, they wouldn’t dare.
I’ve made no secrets of what I think is right,
For that I’ve lost friends and family, literally overnight.
Most of the time I’ve learned to sooth myself, but this one really hurt,
I just want to have one solid person, to put my roots inside their Dirt.
Lisa Meehan ©️2023
Scheme | AA BB XX CC DD EE FF GG HH II JJX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101101111101 1101111010011 110011011011 1101111111 11101101 111111111011 111101111110111 1010101010111 110101010101 111011111111101 111111111101 10111010101111 111110110111 11101010101111 11111010101010101 010111010111 011111111101 11101111111 11110111111 1111101001000101 110111111111101 111111101011110111 1010 |
Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 1,273 |
Words | 270 |
Sentences | 13 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3 |
Lines Amount | 23 |
Letters per line (avg) | 41 |
Words per line (avg) | 10 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 85 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 22 |
About this poem
I wrote this poem after my spouse relapsed and then passed away from addictions, after his child was taken from him by the Billionaire wife of a First Nation Cheif, on the Mother's side after her passing. Now the child has lost both of her natural parents and is being raised by a woman from Wales.
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