{"id":138880,"date":"2023-09-02T23:53:32","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T03:53:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=138880"},"modified":"2023-09-02T23:53:32","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T03:53:32","slug":"comfort-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/comfort-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Comfort."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It was the world that crumbled over her head<br \/>\nShe had no tears left,<br \/>\nthat the skies had to cry for her heavy heart.<br \/>\nBut she could take no sense of it.<br \/>\nIt was as though<br \/>\nShe parted ways with everything<br \/>\nAlmost like worlds apart.<br \/>\nShe hated the feeling &#8220;to feel&#8221;<br \/>\nAnd began resenting<br \/>\nall things termed mortal;<br \/>\nAnimals, fruits, flowers, people.<br \/>\nInstead she resort<br \/>\nto life between pages<br \/>\nof books whose owners<br \/>\nlong dead.<br \/>\nAnd was contented that<br \/>\nat least life was living<br \/>\nin the sheets of books.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was the world that crumbled over her head She had no tears left, that the skies had to cry for her heavy heart. But she could take no sense of it. It was as though She parted ways with everything Almost like worlds apart&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5236,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[5772],"class_list":["post-138880","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-2023fullmarathon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138880","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5236"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=138880"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138880\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":138955,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138880\/revisions\/138955"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=138880"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=138880"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=138880"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}