Analysis of "baby"
Last night I told you of my fate,
my conclusions that I can not face,
except for the most intimate thoughts,
of shame that rang through. I am lost.
Knowing what you see I can be,
myself without the battle baby,
cried myself to sleep under the tears,
knowing you had too with my fear.
That I was right. I'm the devil,
it's a little known fact. I'm not dead.
I carry that around with my dull-drums,
that I can't be happy, seldom.
Although, I have made a lifetime,
of digging my own grave, now I climb,
scratch and crawl to believe baby,
that I can be with my Lady.
Scheme | XXXX AAXX XXXX BBAA |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (25%) |
Metre | 11111111 101011111 011011001 11111111 10111111 10101010 11111001 10111111 11111010 101011111 1101011111 11111010 111101 110111111 10110110 11111110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 547 |
Words | 110 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 107 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 28 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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