Analysis of Hurt.
I carry no lantern for the moon lights my way.
My life's lost all colour but black, white and grey.
I carry no more burdens of yesterday,
I miss not only the good times but also the pain-
for I'd rather be screaming over something you've done,
than to float through my life, unbearably numb.
So I guess that I'm praying, with all that I'm worth,
for someone to love me, even if it hurts.
| Scheme | AAABCDEF |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 110110101111 1111111101 1101110110 1111001111001 1110110101011 11111101001 111111011111 1111110111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
| Characters | 380 |
| Words | 75 |
| Sentences | 4 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 8 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 37 |
| Words per line (avg) | 9 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 296 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 75 |
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Submitted on October 16, 2012
Modified on March 05, 2023
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