Analysis of The Hypochondriac
He felt as if the solid roof of his house would abruptly collapse,
Burying him beneath a conglomerate of cement and bare brick.
He felt as if someone was following him in the darkened ambience of the night,
Would stab him with unrelenting strokes of switchblade knife.
He felt as if he would drown in shallow waters of the pool,
If he ever ventured to take a plunge and swim.
He felt as if there were wailing monsters descending from the sky,
Ready to rip apart precious chunks from his anatomy.
He felt as if the food he ate had traces of lethal venom,
Vomited his bowels clean prior to gulping even a morsel of food.
He felt as if the glass would shatter into infinite splinters,
The moment he caressed it with silken smooth fingers.
He felt he was brutally contaminated and impious,
The instant he touched the silver door knob obscured by minute linings of dust powder.
He felt as if human blood would trickle instead of mineral water,
If he stood under the protuberant nozzles of the bathroom shower.
He felt as if brittle tip of the pen would break,
Gallons of ink flow rampantly; the second he flexed his fingers to scribble.
He felt as if the liquid he consumed would strangulate his throat vein,
Suffocating intricate pipes leading to his brain.
He felt as if the soil would sink him in its colossal lap,
If he dared stepping on barren pinches of clay mud.
He felt as if a cluster of scorpion would pop out from his mouth,
The instant he hoisted his jaw to speak.
He felt sick; encompassed with intimidating bouts of fever; when his body felt a trifle warm after basking in sunlit rays.
He knew he was dying a ghastly death every unleashing minute of life,
Confronted with ludicrous ridicule from the society,
There were several of his kind spending their entire lives in cloistered rebuke,
With every filtering beam of dawn looming large as shivering night,
C'mon friends lets do the best we possibly can to help the hypochondriac.
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Metre | 11110101111101001 10010100100101011 11111110010010100101 11110101111 111111101010101 111010110101 1111101010010101 101101101110100 1111011111011010 11101101101001011 111101110011001 0101011110110 111110001000010 010110101101110101110 111110111001110010 11110011010110 111110110111 10111101011110110 1111010101110111 100100110111 111101111010101 111101101111 11110101100111111 0101101111 1110101010011101110101011010011 11111001011000101011 010110010100100 1010111101010101001 110010011110111001 0111101110011100100 |
Closest metre | Iambic octameter |
Characters | 1,927 |
Words | 349 |
Sentences | 14 |
Stanzas | 14 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1, 5 |
Lines Amount | 30 |
Letters per line (avg) | 52 |
Words per line (avg) | 12 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 111 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 25 |
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