Analysis of How come
I can't force things to come.
Thoughts scrambled,
Forming a scrum.
Now knowing what to do
Listening for the ancients queue.
Always conscious of your care,
Even when in despair.
The burdens of life,
Weighing me down.
But you know I will praise you,
What more can I do?
We walk through the valley,
Back to the garden,
Burdens, tears, fears, discarded.
Scheme | ABACCDDEFCCGHI |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111111 110 1001 110111 10010101 110111 101001 01011 1011 1111111 11111 111010 11010 1011010 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 357 |
Words | 74 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 271 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 62 |
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