Analysis of I Sold My Soul
Sell your soul
To the pen
So I did
Red knuckled
Over porcelain skin
Transparent enough to count each vein
Pumping blood to a fractured heart
To a brain, both mad and sane
The spindly appendages move over each letter
But every sentence slides slowly
Across the paper
Only to be erased moments later
The curse of the artist
Doing what they love
They’ll never be enough
For themselves
Scheme | ABCDEFGFHIHHJKLM |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111 101 111 110 101001 010011111 10110101 1011101 010100110110 110010110 01010 1011011010 011010 10111 110101 101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 385 |
Words | 71 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 16 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 311 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 69 |
About this poem
A writer is their own worst critic.
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