Analysis of I have to admit...
The sun is making an effort
To chase away the clouds that mark the day
There is something sinister in the air
A sense of loss – depression, senselessness
Some days do that, without a warning
They string together and become furled
In droopy mental modes, spreading grim awareness
of utter uselessness amidst a hectic world
He left almost two years ago
The signs had been abundant: he had become frail
His usual sharpness was gone. He barely spoke --
Had a hard time remembering the name of a fallen icon:
Muhammed Ali. So he called him Cassius Clay.
Nothing seemed to matter to him anymore
Even his perpetual craving for a cigarette was gone
His mind was drifting, and finally his breathing stopped
He pulled the plug on life. And on my zeal to go on.
Fast forward: two years later.
The plug has not been restored.
Sun, wind, bird, squirrel, flower, or tree:
They’re appreciated for who and what they are
But they miss the allure to reach inside of me
Where the exit of a bright spirit, once my silent zest,
Left a deafening hole, reducing my vigor
To unfulfilling mechanical performance at best
How long will this last? There’s no telling.
It’s like the ebb and flow of the ocean
Sometimes it subsides, and I think it’s gone
But then it returns, like a familiar song
If only someone knew where he went – how he’s been
What happens when something solid scatters?
We don’t know until we’re there, so why even care…
Meanwhile I have to admit: little matters.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01110110 1101011101 1110100001 01110101 111101010 110100011 010101101010 1101010101 1111101 011101011011 110010111101 1011010001101010 01010111111 1011101101 101010010100111 1111001001101 1101110111111 1101110 0111101 111101011 10100110111 111001110111 10101011011101 101001010110 11010001011 111111110 1101011010 0110101111 11101100101 11011111111 110110101 111010111101 1111011010 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,478 |
Words | 276 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 9, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 33 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 287 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 66 |
About this poem
A reflection on the loss of a very dear one, and the slow healing process that may take years.
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Written on June 15, 2018
Submitted by Joamarq on May 07, 2022
Modified on March 23, 2023
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