Analysis of The End
Jay Ford 1984 (Youngstown, Ohio)
My bones are filled with woe.
I know pain that to others is unknown.
Tiptoeing thru the corners of my mind,
Are memories of when I saw the light and went blind.
On the edge of insanity reaching for a helping hand,
Unaware that kindness is a form of contraband.
Wondering how my cold dead heart is still pumping.
Whether or not I get the answer, I'm still jumping...
| Scheme | ABCCDDEE |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 111111 1111110101 101010111 1100111101011 101101001010101 01110101110 100111111110 1011110101110 |
| Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
| Characters | 365 |
| Words | 76 |
| Sentences | 6 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 8 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
| Words per line (avg) | 9 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 285 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 69 |
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Written on January 07, 2016
Submitted by jayford61984 on January 26, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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