Analysis of God Please Bless Me With Sleep
The power in my legs was gradually diminishing; the toes of my foot were chafed and red at their edges,
The chords of my throat were dreadfully hoarse; the saliva had almost dried up in my mouth,
The sockets beneath my eyes were puffed and as black as coal; with the eyeball appearing as if soaked in blood,
The fingers of my palm were leaning heavily towards the ground; unable to rise an inch despite my most resilient of attempts,
The food in my stomach had slept hours ago; and sensations of hunger had disappeared into thin oblivion,
The blood in my veins flowed slower than the lazy tortoise; my heart beat couldn't be heard even through the most intricate of machine,
The mosquitoes hovering around my ears were having a merry time; as I felt too nimble to order them to go,
The flames of fire leaping up my body were stupefied; as I didn't move the slightest; try as hard as they could to increase their fury,
The hollow of my arms had refrained to form sweat; as the perfume bottles on the mantelpiece staring longingly at me to be used,
The pile of electricity bills kept augmenting; as I had neither the capacity to read them; nor the power to shut the switches at whisker lengths from my palms,
The flesh of my body remained as limp as wax; even when poked by burning needles,
The alphabets embossed in bold fonts on the walls; appeared as if engulfed by a
pool of sea water,
The words emanating from my young and robust mouth; sounded as incoherent as the ghost's speech,
The clothes encompassing my persona fomented people to laugh; as I wasn't even aware that I had worn my pant in the area reserved for my office shirt,
The time in my watch seemed to be well past midnight; although the day had just crept up from the sky,
The lights on the street seemed dim and fading; as I inadvertently crashed my scooter against decaying heaps of garbage,
The figure of my wife appeared to be double; as I started having nightmares of handling two instead of one,
The people sitting around me had started to get tremendously bored; as I yawned thunderously each time I felt provoked to speak,
The lids of my eye incorrigibly fell down; each time I gathered a battalion of attendants to pull them up,
And before I fell on the ground never to rise again;
GOD PUT ME TO REST, GOD PLEASE BLESS ME WITH SLEEP
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Metre | 0100111100001000111101011110 011110100100101111011 0100111010111110101011101 010111010100010101011110111010101 01011011100100101101010110100 01011110101010111101110101100101 001010001110100101111110110111 011101011100111101010111111101110 0101111011111001101011010011111 0110100111011110001001111010110101101111 011110011111101111010 010101110101110110 11110 01100111001110100101011 0101001010100101111101001111111001000111101 010111111111011111101 01101110101101001110010101110 010111011110111010111010111 010100111101101001111111110111 0111111111110001010101111 00111101101101 11111111111 |
Characters | 2,307 |
Words | 426 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 18 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2 |
Lines Amount | 22 |
Letters per line (avg) | 83 |
Words per line (avg) | 19 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 102 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 24 |
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