Analysis of The lost race
Rob Loomer 1979 (Las Vegas)
Faster than a racecar
I live my life with speed
Gaining everything I thought
That I would ever need
One more rig inside my veins
Looking for the flag
I begin to taste the thrill first place
Never thinking of rehab
The final lap has come and gone
No second place to choose
No one to beat my own defeat
A race I'll always lose
| Scheme | ABCBDEFGHIJI |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 10101 111111 101011 111101 1110111 10101 101110111 1010100 01011101 110111 11111101 01111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 324 |
| Words | 65 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 12 |
| Lines Amount | 12 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 259 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 65 |
About this poem
A poem from the addict in recovery
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Written on May 16, 2022
Submitted by robloomer1979 on May 14, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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