Analysis of Something In Nothingness



Dark and bleak
Cold and barren
Frozen
Moonlight
Someone, something
Watches;
Waiting
Nothing will grow here
Nothing goes on here
What you do here
Is your choice
Good or evil
Hope or loss
Will you cry out to the one you love
Our Father, Who Art In Heaven,
The one whom loves us first,
Or will you go your own way
Which leads to darkness
And decay


Scheme ABBCDEDFFFGHIJBKLML
Poetic Form
Metre 101 1010 10 1 110 10 10 10111 10111 1111 111 1110 111 111110111 101011010 011111 1111111 11110 001
Closest metre Iambic dimeter
Characters 345
Words 70
Sentences 1
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 19
Lines Amount 19
Letters per line (avg) 14
Words per line (avg) 4
Letters per stanza (avg) 273
Words per stanza (avg) 67

About this poem

Based on a dream

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Submitted by lindsaymayeux on April 11, 2024

Modified by lindsaymayeux on April 11, 2024

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Lindsay Mayeux

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