{"id":93653,"date":"2021-06-26T16:15:32","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T20:15:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=93653"},"modified":"2021-06-26T16:15:32","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T20:15:32","slug":"you-are-never-alone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/you-are-never-alone\/","title":{"rendered":"You are Never Alone"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>He leaned back in his chair<br \/>\nHe closed his eyes<\/p>\n<p>The echoes of the dog\u2019s growl<br \/>\nStill echoed in his ears<br \/>\nHe remembered the screams of<br \/>\nYoung Lord Baskerville<\/p>\n<p>He rubbed his eyes<br \/>\nHe still wasn\u2019t sleeping well<\/p>\n<p>He woke up screaming last night<br \/>\nImages of green dogs<br \/>\nIntermixed with sand and blood<br \/>\nAnd the screams of soldiers<\/p>\n<p>He went downstairs to retrieve a cigarette<br \/>\nSherlock was waiting for him, one already rolled<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt was a mean trick you played,\u201d he scolded<br \/>\nAs he lit the cigarette<br \/>\n\u201cIt was necessary to my plan,\u201d the genius replied<br \/>\nWith no regret<\/p>\n<p>Watson walked to his window<br \/>\n\u201cI thought I was alone\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He looked up and saw the reflection<br \/>\nOf his friend in the window<br \/>\n\u201cYou are never alone, my friend\u201d the genius replied<br \/>\nFor once emotion cracked his voice, \u201cNever.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Watson was nearly done writing<br \/>\nHe would send it to the publisher in the morning<\/p>\n<p>He stretched his legs<br \/>\nHe looked around his small office<br \/>\nHis friend had been dead two years<br \/>\nAnd still could hear his voice that night<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMight I trouble you then to be ready in half an hour,<br \/>\nand we can stop at Marcini\u2019s for a little dinner on the way?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He leaned back in his chair He closed his eyes The echoes of the dog\u2019s growl Still echoed in his ears He remembered the screams of Young Lord Baskerville He rubbed his eyes He still wasn\u2019t sleeping well He woke up screaming last night Images&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":941,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2114,1136,441,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-93653","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93653","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\/941"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=93653"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93653\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":93668,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93653\/revisions\/93668"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=93653"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=93653"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=93653"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}