{"id":19380,"date":"2016-08-13T11:45:00","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T15:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=19380"},"modified":"2016-08-13T11:45:00","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T15:45:00","slug":"before-darkness-hour-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/before-darkness-hour-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Before Darkness  (hour 3)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>I am feeling morbid, somewhat<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Lost in my own thoughts, but <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Connected to the world, through<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>An umbilical cord in my brain of <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Sound and vision.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>I can hear the AC turn off and on, however<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>I don\u2019t feel the air, my body is numb and <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>There are parts that don\u2019t respond to <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>The neuron signals any longer; no<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Moving or touching.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>It\u2019s almost as if I am floating in a vast<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Nothingness of space; gravity still works, <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>But I have no weight for it to pull upon, so<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Like a cloud, I am just here with no<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Feeling or doubt.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Slowly my eyes begin to close of their own<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Accord or maybe my vision simply gives up.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>The light is dissipating in swirls and<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Tendrils of greys and soft pastels.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Even sounds are gone.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Before the Darkness<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Lue<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>August 13, 2016 <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am feeling morbid, somewhat Lost in my own thoughts, but Connected to the world, through An umbilical cord in my brain of Sound and vision. \u00a0 I can hear the AC turn off and on, however I don\u2019t feel the air, my body is&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":291,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[1318,1370,51,1368,1369],"class_list":["post-19380","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-before-darkness","tag-dark","tag-death","tag-depression","tag-leaving"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19380","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\/291"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19380"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19380\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19409,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19380\/revisions\/19409"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19380"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19380"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19380"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}