{"id":49169,"date":"2019-06-22T13:16:21","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T17:16:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=49169"},"modified":"2019-06-22T13:16:21","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T17:16:21","slug":"zen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/zen\/","title":{"rendered":"Zen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>The eyes are everywhere<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>Daring\u2026<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>Glaring\u2026<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>Faces at the windows<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>Staring\u2026<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>Despairing\u2026<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>Curled up in bed I hear your breath<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>Softly rumbling, sound of death<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>My head upon the pillow lies<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>In the dim light, a shadow flies. <\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>My bladder aches, but I don\u2019t dare<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>Get out of bed, I am too scared<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>The atmosphere is full of hate<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>I just can\u2019t believe this is my fate.<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>I tremble inside, sheets up to my chin<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>I see the people, won\u2019t let them in.<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>I whimper softly, eyes open wide<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>I know that there is no place to hide.<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>Walking sounds outside the door<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>I hear footsteps cross the floor.<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>A creak\u2026<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>A snap\u2026<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>A squeak\u2026<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>A clap\u2026<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>This house it\u2019s called a place of Zen<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993366\"><strong>I won\u2019t dare stay here again.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The eyes are everywhere Daring\u2026 Glaring\u2026 Faces at the windows Staring\u2026 Despairing\u2026 Curled up in bed I hear your breath Softly rumbling, sound of death My head upon the pillow lies In the dim light, a shadow flies. My bladder aches, but I don\u2019t dare&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":976,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-49169","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49169","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\/976"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=49169"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49169\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49176,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49169\/revisions\/49176"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=49169"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=49169"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=49169"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}