{"id":1644,"date":"2010-03-21T10:29:31","date_gmt":"2010-03-21T17:29:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/?p=1644"},"modified":"2010-03-21T10:30:02","modified_gmt":"2010-03-21T17:30:02","slug":"postcards-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/2010\/postcards-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Postcards"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">There is the quiet hum<br \/>\nOf a T.V. on silent<br \/>\nSterilized white walls<br \/>\nEverything is so quiet<br \/>\nYet so very loud<br \/>\nFootsteps echo in the halls<br \/>\nWhispers sound like screams<br \/>\nAs they fall on dying ears<br \/>\n<em>Do you know who you are<br \/>\nOr why you are here?<\/em><br \/>\nWho ever knows<br \/>\nWho ever will<br \/>\nAs they roll<br \/>\nAnother one away<br \/>\nDown a long hallway<br \/>\nThat they never come back from<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">He is the one who remains<br \/>\nLocked in by<br \/>\nSee through curtains<br \/>\nThat cast shadows around him<br \/>\nlike ghosts<br \/>\nAnd thousands of tubes<br \/>\nHe is always alone<br \/>\nNo one ever at his side<br \/>\nNo family<br \/>\nNo friends<br \/>\nNo memories in the night<br \/>\nTo keep him company<br \/>\nIn the darkest hours of night<br \/>\nWhere the ghosts are so close<br \/>\nAnd death stands at the foot<br \/>\nOf his skinny little bed<br \/>\nTelling him to come along<br \/>\n<em>It is finally your time<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">There is just a pile of old postcards<br \/>\nThat he bought for himself<br \/>\nWhat feels like a lifetime ago<br \/>\nFrom all the places he had been<br \/>\nAnd said he would never forget<br \/>\nBut now he can\u2019t remember<br \/>\nAnything at all<br \/>\nHe forgets where he is<br \/>\nAnd who he is<br \/>\nHe is separated and detached<br \/>\nFrom reality<br \/>\nBy what he lacks<br \/>\nWaiting all alone<br \/>\nIn a white washed room<br \/>\nWith only a T.V. on mute<br \/>\nFor company<br \/>\nAnd a stack of empty postcards<br \/>\nAll waiting for the inevitable<br \/>\nThe one thing he can never forget<br \/>\nThat death is lingering<br \/>\nSo very close<br \/>\nHe can feel its breath<br \/>\nWhispering in his ear<br \/>\nIn a hospital room where Lethe<br \/>\nSwept him away from all he knew<br \/>\nAnd ever loved<br \/>\nFor him there is no future<br \/>\nOr a past<br \/>\nHe is floating in an abyss<br \/>\nStuck between heaven and hell<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The monitor beeps<br \/>\nSlower and slower<br \/>\nThe man turns his head<br \/>\nAnd looks at the postcards<br \/>\nWith old weary eyes<br \/>\nHe reaches up with his weighted hands<br \/>\nShaking and fumbling<br \/>\nAs he picks one up<br \/>\nA little smile on his dried cracked lips<br \/>\n<em>I remember<\/em><br \/>\nHe whispers but no one hears<br \/>\nAs the monitor stops<br \/>\nAnd a lone tear<br \/>\nSlips from his eye<br \/>\nStaining the postcard<br \/>\nAs it falls<br \/>\nDrifting slowly to the ground<br \/>\nRemembered at last<br \/>\nBut forgotten forever<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There is the quiet hum Of a T.V. on silent Sterilized white walls Everything is so quiet Yet so very loud Footsteps echo in the halls Whispers sound like screams As they fall on dying ears Do you know who you are Or why you are here? Who ever knows Who ever will As they [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[493,877,118,880,879,878,111,876],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1644"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1644"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1644\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1646,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1644\/revisions\/1646"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1644"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1644"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1644"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}