Analysis of When Death Takes My Hand
I ask not to be remembered for who I am
Nor the fading echoes of the glitz and glam;
Night draws near for the young and old.
The Judge at hand, a verdict to behold.
Recall a poor man sullied with sin
Weep for the man I could have been.
Pray at the box for the dust within
Though life has left, its pulse echoes on,
On into the light or dark. Here, imprint your mark!
Upon my soul, please never falter,
My greatest hope lies in that Angelic Psalter.
Please may your indulgence never cease
Till the bright day when I rest in peace.
Scheme | AABBCCCDEFFGG |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111110101111 10101010101 11110101 0111010101 10111011 11011111 110110101 111111101 101011110111 011111010 11011011010 111010101 101111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 540 |
Words | 116 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 13 |
Lines Amount | 13 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 411 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 105 |
About this poem
I wrote this poem because once I attended a funeral and a thought of death and life's impacts upon the afterlife came into my mind. I couldn't express the feeling in prose so my heart ran with it in the form of poetry.
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