Analysis of Heal me
Irene Brightwell 1979 (California)
Tired of late night cries, my pillow the only thing to dry my eyes.
Who can say how long my hurting should be, come on and lay here with me.
Feel the ache of my tortured heart, every beat is so sharp.
A continuous reminder of what used to be, the loving I felt, your face I see.
I need healed in the worst of ways, so I can make it through any bad day.
| Scheme | ABCBD |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 10111111001011111 11111110111101111 101111011001111 0010001011111010111111 111001111111111011 |
| Characters | 352 |
| Words | 79 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 5 |
| Lines Amount | 5 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 53 |
| Words per line (avg) | 15 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 267 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 75 |
About this poem
A poem of a lost love. The only way I know how to heal is to feel.
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