{"id":140339,"date":"2023-09-03T02:51:04","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T06:51:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=140339"},"modified":"2023-09-03T02:51:04","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T06:51:04","slug":"hour-18-haunting-sadness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-18-haunting-sadness\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 18- Haunting Sadness"},"content":{"rendered":"

We traveled to New Orleans, to seek out the darker side<\/span><\/p>\n

We headed to an apartment; there were secrets it did hide.<\/span><\/p>\n

A tragic tale unfolded when a young man jumped to his end<\/span><\/p>\n

A note found in his pocket, to his apartment police were sent<\/span><\/p>\n

He had killed his girlfriend, in a fit of drunken rage<\/span><\/p>\n

Authorities came to the murder house where a young woman ended her days.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was to this apartment we went and answers we would seek.<\/span><\/p>\n

The atmosphere was very sad and the floorboards did creak.<\/span><\/p>\n

I was standing in the bathroom, where I asked if they were there<\/span><\/p>\n

Two words came up on my app, they were \u201cshape\u201d and \u201cmale\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n

At that exact moment, a tall, dark shadow flew by me<\/span><\/p>\n

I was startled from my sadness, and tried not to flee.<\/span><\/p>\n

I made my way to the other room, to find our great guide<\/span><\/p>\n

I told her what happened and she began to smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

She asked if the shadow was tall and when I did agree<\/span><\/p>\n

She nodded her head, said she knew who it was, later she told me.<\/span><\/p>\n

The young man who jumped to his death stood at six foot eight<\/span><\/p>\n

His sadness still lingers, because of his grievous fate.<\/span><\/p>\n

The situation was very sad; I did not find this scary, <\/span><\/p>\n

I hope one day he will find peace, move on, let the past be buried.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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