Analysis of Balance
Oily, sulfurous, choking smog
Conceal thoughts one from another
Foghorns wail the search to connect
Collision bells sound an instant too late
Fractured, splintered spinning in circles
Alone in the fog, I am lost from myself.
Gentle breeze brings with it new life
The fog clearing slowly, slowly
My feverish, rotting spirit
Struggling against its own leprous mind
Desp’rately inhaling cool healing air
Life’s forgiving cycle begins anew
Compass needle now pointing true
Forward to the light I stumble
Cautious, falling, now gaining speed
Each step surer than the last one taken
Confident strides no more on shaky ground
Finally my goal is achieved; Balance.
Scheme | XXXXXX XXXXXA AXXXXX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 101101 01111010 1101101 0101111011 101010010 0100111111 10111111 01101010 11001010 100011111 10101101 1010100101 10101101 10101110 10101101 1110101110 1001111101 1001110110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 663 |
Words | 109 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 180 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 35 |
About this poem
The 1990's were the years of my greatest poetry production. But, they were also a very difficult time in my life. During that period, I suffered greatly from depression. My therapist suggested I write a poem describing it. This is the result.
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