{"id":20130,"date":"2016-08-13T13:12:11","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T17:12:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=20130"},"modified":"2016-08-13T13:12:55","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T17:12:55","slug":"no-longer-forsaken","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/no-longer-forsaken\/","title":{"rendered":"No Longer Forsaken"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Come, dust my eyes. Sleep I cannot find.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Swallow the bitter, powdery lumps of violent truth, as night descends.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Fickle favor forsaking me.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Rail against ironies, injustice, isolation, self-pity.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Plead my case on golden streets in vain.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cHear I am! Hear me! See me!\u201d<\/h5>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Power, a precarious and fickle wheel of spinning blades,<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">shanks thrust into every well spring I breathe.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Wielding power, you are deaf and blind, until your wheels spin against you.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">But then you will know the same helplessness<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">every slave beneath you has always known.<\/h5>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Walk, dig, crawl forward into the silver, unearthly orbital light.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Bruised, broken, reaching, striving,<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">my fingers grasping nothing but the merciless void.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Sweat, bleed, scream in endless, tireless work, that only sends me backwards.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Progress an unlikely dream.<\/h5>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Iron, metallic tears wrenched from within,\u00a0spilling passed burnt<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">and blistered lips, draining youth and hope.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">I pale in earthly light, but shine in the darkness that hunts me.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Yet no movement forward, no understanding of why.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Loathing stagnation, I curse the ancestral curse upon me.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Fight with hands and feet, with ancient living words, a battle I cannot win.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">I see the cloak, feel its weight, smell its sulfuric finality.<\/h5>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Celestial hands, listen to my reason:<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Strip me from my molten suit.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Shred, tear away every human frailty,<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">let me step away from the peeling edges of what can never be.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Guardian\u2026 Protector\u2026 Champion\u2026 Why have you failed?<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Let me curl into you, an amniotic cocoon, in the darkness of night.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Hide the garish sun and let there be no light.<\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left\">Let me fade into you, where I am no longer forsaken.<\/h5>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>3rd of 12<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Come, dust my eyes. Sleep I cannot find. Swallow the bitter, powdery lumps of violent truth, as night descends. Fickle favor forsaking me. Rail against ironies, injustice, isolation, self-pity. Plead my case on golden streets in vain. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cHear I am!&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":812,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13],"tags":[1380,1393,1328,1173,1442,75,590,10,1452,1280],"class_list":["post-20130","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","tag-poem3poetrymarathon2016","tag-3rd-hour","tag-darkness","tag-half-marathon","tag-human","tag-inspiration","tag-light","tag-poetry","tag-poetry-marathon-2016","tag-saskia-lynge"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20130","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\/812"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20130"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20130\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20313,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20130\/revisions\/20313"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20130"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20130"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20130"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}