{"id":6903,"date":"2015-06-13T09:53:15","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T13:53:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=6903"},"modified":"2015-06-14T12:12:56","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T16:12:56","slug":"our-atlantis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/our-atlantis\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Our Atlantis&#8221; (Hour 1)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Bubbles rise to the surface,<\/p>\n<p>as my lungs deplete of oxygen,<\/p>\n<p>not knowing exactly where to begin,<\/p>\n<p>I start my task,<\/p>\n<p>with one swig of my flask,<\/p>\n<p>as it starts like a flash,<\/p>\n<p>not caring about the lash that may be,<\/p>\n<p>but simply waiting to see,<\/p>\n<p>just what may be.<\/p>\n<p>Flailing my arms,<\/p>\n<p>trying to swim in a world,<\/p>\n<p>a world unlike another,<\/p>\n<p>a world I have seen destroy many other,<\/p>\n<p>drowning them in this sea I despise,<\/p>\n<p>this sea flowing only of lies,<\/p>\n<p>our world needs to relies where we float.<\/p>\n<p>These crashing currents,<\/p>\n<p>are sinking this boat.<\/p>\n<p>In a hopeless attempt,<\/p>\n<p>I grasp for air,<\/p>\n<p>ignoring my despair.<\/p>\n<p>At the top we thought we stood,<\/p>\n<p>but we were all so misunderstood,<\/p>\n<p>preparing our Atlantis for evacuation,<\/p>\n<p>this world is no vacation,<\/p>\n<p>but a coffin we have built,<\/p>\n<p>with our own filth in a putrid instance,<\/p>\n<p>this place we loved so dearly,<\/p>\n<p>a world you no longer can see clearly,<\/p>\n<p>but unknowingly,<\/p>\n<p>I continue to stay afloat,<\/p>\n<p>watching this world<\/p>\n<p>burn in front of me,<\/p>\n<p>while I see it continue to drown.<\/p>\n<p>But this is our Atlantis,<\/p>\n<p>that we continue to sink,<\/p>\n<p>not caring to think what will happen,<\/p>\n<p>when will the chaos begin.<\/p>\n<p>Now it&#8217;s time<\/p>\n<p>to top up my flask of gin,<\/p>\n<p>but remember children,<\/p>\n<p>you will never know,<\/p>\n<p>when this show will begin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bubbles rise to the surface, as my lungs deplete of oxygen, not knowing exactly where to begin, I start my task, with one swig of my flask, as it starts like a flash, not caring about the lash that may be, but simply waiting to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":644,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6903","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6903","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\/644"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6903"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6903\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14646,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6903\/revisions\/14646"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6903"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6903"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6903"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}