{"id":17730,"date":"2016-08-13T09:49:02","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T13:49:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=17730"},"modified":"2016-08-13T09:49:02","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T13:49:02","slug":"so-this-is-how-it-ends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/so-this-is-how-it-ends\/","title":{"rendered":"So This is How it Ends?"},"content":{"rendered":"

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You.<\/p>\n

It all begins and ends with you–and your loneliness.<\/p>\n

There is a loneliness\u00a0that is incurable,<\/p>\n

as terminal as life itself.<\/p>\n

It’s the one that tracks all the barriers,<\/p>\n

feels them with the tips of the mind’s fingers,<\/p>\n

palpable as the stone, plaster and wood masonry wall.<\/p>\n

It looks like that small child\u00a0peeking over that garden wall,<\/p>\n

only his brown, mop head visible,<\/p>\n

panic in his eyes.<\/p>\n

It’s the underside of your smile\u00a0and the fake interest in your eyes,<\/p>\n

gleaming with all you can muster.<\/p>\n

It’s the voices that you respond to\u00a0though no one else hears them.<\/p>\n

It’s that mad conversation you have alone\u00a0with yourself,<\/p>\n

in the darkest part of the night.<\/p>\n

It’s the realization<\/p>\n

that the one sleeping next to you\u00a0for the last 35 years<\/p>\n

is a total stranger.<\/p>\n

It’s the one incident that threw you over the edge<\/p>\n

of shifted perspective,<\/p>\n

never to return again,<\/p>\n

like when you discover\u00a0your life-long mate,<\/p>\n

the father of your children,<\/p>\n

never did have any craving desire for you–<\/p>\n

ever.<\/p>\n

And you never would have thought that.<\/p>\n

That’s the enfolding isolation<\/p>\n

that can never be breached,\u00a0penetrated or dissolved.<\/p>\n

That’s loneliness.<\/p>\n

That’s your loneliness.<\/p>\n

And inside of it,<\/p>\n

that’s where you begin and end.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

You. It all begins and ends with you–and your loneliness. There is a loneliness\u00a0that is incurable, as terminal as life itself. It’s the one that tracks all the barriers, feels them with the tips of the mind’s fingers, palpable as the stone, plaster and wood…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":196,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17730","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17730","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\/196"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17730"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17730\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18041,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17730\/revisions\/18041"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17730"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17730"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17730"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}