Analysis of Prodigy
I wish you could see
My soul shaking to music
I wish you could see
My fingers going frantic
Moulding my brokenness into movements
Holding my strength by a string
Ready to accept abandonments
The flames in me slowly blazing
I wish I had not bitten my own tail
Fantasy could have been reality
Exhale
You will never be a prodigy
| Scheme | AbAb cdcd eaea |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Quatrain |
| Metre | 11111 1110110 11111 1101010 10110110 1011101 101010100 01011010 1111110111 10011110 01 111010100 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 327 |
| Words | 63 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 3 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 12 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 88 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 20 |
About this poem
This poem is about how it feels when it's too late for you to ever live your dream.
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