Analysis of suicide default
Nothing was wrong with the leap;
It was made according to plan,
But the design was interrupted
By the abruptness of the plunge.
Maybe… there was a change of heart
Somewhere in midair.
Marked by a yelp of despair.
The sound of his pain bounces like a jax ball
From the walls of his cylindrical doom.
His every cry echoes like voices on St. Hilda’s square.
Each feeble movement, in his watery tomb,
Vibrates like that old proverbial sound of the bongo.
He lie there; a bundle of pain,
And regret he didn’t measure the depth to his death.
The silence pinched the minute there,
While the little dirty-face angel argued his state elsewhere.
St. Hilda’s Memorial, the place of his death.
Under soft cotton covers he stole his last breath.
Scheme | ABCDEFFGHFHIJKFFKK |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1011101 11101011 10011010 10010101 10110111 1011 1101101 01111101011 1011101001 11001101101111 11010011001 1011101001101 11101011 001111001111 01010101 10101011010111 11010001111 101101011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 723 |
Words | 131 |
Sentences | 13 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 18 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 577 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 131 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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