Analysis of An Old Railway Line
In the death chamber confines
The soul of my mind
Handcuffed by tragedy
Sentenced to death penalty
Just close to a blink of my eyes
With an illusionary greetings
Of long life
Standing before me
Face to face – My death.
Startled I’m like the whirl
Of the breeze on cobwebs
Hanging in every corner
Of this death chamber
Not in use for centuries
I’d neither blink my eyes
Nor breathe my breath.
Asleep is the fireplace
With only ashes
Decomposed in wetted firewood
Neither the wisp of fire
Nor the glow of flame.
Rusty hinges on the door
Perforated by rust
Through which holes
Smirks the gloomy bored moon
Seeking shelter for a night
A moment of unpleasant and discontent
Moans like a wild beast.
Severe wounds
In inner minds
Groan like a cry of spasm
By unwilling sexual desire
Seduced by the enemy
In the defeated war.
Echoed from the walls around
Fearing to have an ear
Shrink in the emptiness of the room.
At any time, the electric shocks
Set the body to ashes.
Only a fistful of my breath
Remaining in my body
Hurried to rebel by shattering
Every words of my poem.
Like the old railway lines
Discarded after the war
Hides its originality
In the rust and grassy grooves.
The rebels of another kind.
Like the silent crater of sleeping volcano
Erupts the lava on the earth.
Every word of my inner minds,
That’s heaped in the coarse paper
Only perceived by my wounded heart.
Indeed it’s my poem.
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Metre | 001101 01111 11100 1011100 11101111 11010010 111 10011 11111 101101 10111 10010010 11110 1011100 110111 1111 011010 11010 010110 1001110 10111 1010101 10011 111 101011 1010101 01010100001 11011 011 0101 1101110 1010100010 0110100 000101 1010101 101111 100100101 110100101 1010110 10010111 0100110 101101100 10011110 10111 0101001 1100100 0010101 01010101 101010110010 1010101 100111101 1100110 100111101 011110 1 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,411 |
Words | 276 |
Sentences | 14 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 9, 7, 5, 7, 9, 6, 12 |
Lines Amount | 55 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 160 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 37 |
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In the death chamber confines The soul of my mind Handcuffed by tragedy Sentenced to death penalty Just close to a blink of my eyes With an illusionary greetings Of long life Standing before me Face to face – My death.
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