Analysis of Desert Storm
Today desert storm blew some sand to where my heads at, and I’m still there, with sun scorched skin and sand stuck in my hair.
I breathed the dust from Beau Gests lost, I paid the price for Blairs cost , I wish I wasn’t here with sun scorched skin and sand still in my hair.
They blew the storm and wont be wrong, my friends and I no longer strong but do they really care for sun scorched toms sand forever in their hair.
In this circle I see damaged people torn by drink but getting stable and I’m sat in this chair a damaged Tom with a thousand yard stare, head in hands sand falling from my hair.
We breathed the dust from Beau Gest lost, has he breathed dust from another’s cost, but nobody ever leaves here, we walk around with sand forever in our hair.
Scheme | AAAAA |
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Poetic Form | Monorhyme |
Metre | 011011111111101111111011011 110111111101111111111111011011 110101111101110111110111111010011 0110111010111110100110110101101011101110111 1101111111111111110111101110100101 |
Characters | 770 |
Words | 152 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 5 |
Lines Amount | 5 |
Letters per line (avg) | 118 |
Words per line (avg) | 30 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 592 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 152 |
About this poem
It’s about veterans and PTSD
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