{"id":63631,"date":"2020-06-27T11:15:04","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:15:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=63631"},"modified":"2020-06-27T11:15:04","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:15:04","slug":"hour-3-seven-seconds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-3-seven-seconds\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 3: Seven Seconds"},"content":{"rendered":"

My life before my eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

it just takes it 7 seconds to flash by<\/span><\/p>\n

to completely tell the story<\/span><\/p>\n

of I who existed at some point of time\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A second for the lost childhood<\/span><\/p>\n

spent in a broken home<\/span><\/p>\n

Another for the love that<\/span><\/p>\n

was doomed from the start<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

One second was enough<\/span><\/p>\n

to cover all that I loved<\/span><\/p>\n

Books and poems and childish games<\/span><\/p>\n

were still a majority<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The fourth came and went<\/span><\/p>\n

with memories of a distant dream<\/span><\/p>\n

It was bound to be abandoned<\/span><\/p>\n

Family responsibilities<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

One more second and I knew<\/span><\/p>\n

It was full of the so called regrets<\/span><\/p>\n

Then why was it the only happy one<\/span><\/p>\n

I don’t think anyone can answer it<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Then it passed and along came<\/span><\/p>\n

another one, of time with you<\/span><\/p>\n

For a second, it seemed even shorter<\/span><\/p>\n

yet somehow longer than eternity<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And now here it is the last one\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and it has only an incomplete picture<\/span><\/p>\n

A poem that never saw the light<\/span><\/p>\n

of the day\u2026 was this my life?<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My life before my eyes it just takes it 7 seconds to flash by to completely tell the story of I who existed at some point of time\u2026   A second for the lost childhood spent in a broken home Another for the love that…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":843,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-63631","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63631","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\/843"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=63631"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63631\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":63647,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63631\/revisions\/63647"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=63631"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=63631"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=63631"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}