Analysis of Hope
If I ever meet depression in the physical form
I will inflict more damage than a biblical storm.
Invading my mind like satanic parasites,
feasting on my happiness bite after bite.
I'm hating myself for the person I've become,
I'm helpless to it, pathetic weak and dumb.
Thwarted and fallen, appallingly unproductive.
The torment insurgence transforms me destructive.
I'm useless and failing, increasingly alien,
these aint excuses, it's depression I'm wailing.
I'm left handed, right handed with ADHD,
the disillusion and self loathing breeds anxiety.
My ambition went missing with drive and dreams,
my confidence in submission to doubt that gleams,
these parasites co-ordinate as an efficient team.
My one weapon is hope, and hope is supreme.
Scheme | AAXB CCDD XXBX EEFF |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (50%) |
Metre | 11101010001001 1101110101001 01011101010 10111001101 11011010101 11011010101 100100100010 011011010 1100100100100 110101010110 111011011 0010011010100 10101101101 110000101111 11011110101 11101101101 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 729 |
Words | 117 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 37 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 150 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 29 |
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