Analysis of Void
Joe Strickland 1986 (Hobbysville, SC)
In the realm of nothingness,
I lost myself—
Dropped the weight
Of all knowns,
Found contentment
In the dim light of negation.
Nihilism,
My wayward companion,
You stripped me bare,
Whispered secrets of the void,
Where galaxies weep
Their final tears.
They called us fools,
but what do they know
of this vast emptiness
that we inhabit?
The sacred mystery
of a world without meaning.
I dove headfirst
Into the abyss,
Swallowed whole
The bitterness of existence,
Befriended
The blackest despair.
In your arms,
I learned the language of absence,
The bitter syntax
Of negation.
Each word a falling star,
Extinguished.
No truth to seek,
No purpose to discover.
We roamed the precipice
Of nothing,
Veiled in the smoke
Of our own disillusionment.
The nihilist knows
No boundaries,
No boundaries for joy,
For love, for suffering.
All rendered insignificant,
A mere cosmic joke.
I reveled
In my disappearance,
The dissolution of self
In the face of the infinite.
A small act of defiance
Against the cruelty of existence.
But in the depths,
I found the gentle pulse of doubt.
The tremor of possibility,
The flicker of a question:
Could there be more,
Beyond the void?
And so, I emerged,
Reborn from my own unbecoming,
No longer bound
By the cocoon of nothingness.
In this newfound space,
I dance to the melody of uncertainty.
The nihilist’s creed,
Once so alluring,
Now a distant echo,
A whisper in the wind.
A chapter closed,
A poem abandoned mid-line.
In the face of oblivion,
I choose to live,
To find meaning
In the spaces between,
To write my own story,
Incomplete yet beautiful.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0011100 111 101 111 1010 00111010 100 110010 1111 1010101 11001 1101 1111 11111 111100 11010 010100 1010110 1111 01001 101 01001010 010 01001 011 11010110 0101 1010 110101 010 1111 1101010 110100 110 1001 11010100 011 1100 110011 111100 1100100 01101 110 01010 001011 00110100 0111010 010101010 1001 11010111 01010100 0101010 1111 0101 01101 11111010 1101 10011100 01111 111010010100 01001 11010 101010 010001 0101 01001011 00110100 1111 1110 001001 111110 0011100 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,626 |
Words | 350 |
Sentences | 21 |
Stanzas | 12 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 72 |
Letters per line (avg) | 17 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 104 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 22 |
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