Analysis of Helplessness
Huddled way back in their wire drawers,
they stared out at me,
red eyes almost glowing, white fur dull.
In drawers no bigger than footballs,
in a room no bigger than a closet,
they sat, and waited, for the pain, for death.
I woke up this morning,
and an unknown white was creeping
up my black shoes,
creeping and rising, sad and clinging.
Now it could have been the acid rain
I had sloshed through that night,
but my mind screamed a different note
The white unknown was their blood;
red blood somehow made white,
as white as the fur on their trembling little bodies.
And it was on my shoes.
I frantically scrubbed at it this morning with a damp papertowel,
scrubbed, until the paper ripped and shredded beneath my fingers.
Scheme | XXA XXX BBCBXDX XDXC AX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 101101101 11111 11110111 0111011 0011101010 1101010111 111110 01011110 1111 100101010 111110101 111111 111101001 0101111 11111 11101111001010 011111 110001111101011 101010101001110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 704 |
Words | 132 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 7, 4, 2 |
Lines Amount | 19 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 114 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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