Analysis of My bipolar
Every stumble feels like a fall and every fall feels like I’ve failed. The easy saying of “pick yourself back up”seem no easier than to stay down.
I’ve become numb to the feeling of the ground.
My claw marks still lay on the ground where I spend most my time. In the rare moments I rise to see the day most times the rain will reappear and remind me of my ways of why so often I am restrained to the ground.
My mind is my weakness and my strengths find no light on these days I have these thoughts, it is dark. It is silent and it is safe.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1001011010100111110101011011111001111 10111010101 111111011111110011011110111011010011111111101101101 111110011111111111111111100111 |
Characters | 547 |
Words | 110 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 4 |
Lines Amount | 4 |
Letters per line (avg) | 105 |
Words per line (avg) | 28 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 418 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 110 |
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