{"id":1503,"date":"2001-09-14T00:32:48","date_gmt":"2001-09-14T07:32:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sm.amigotico.com\/poetryblog\/?p=1503"},"modified":"2013-02-02T00:34:55","modified_gmt":"2013-02-02T08:34:55","slug":"afraid-of-not-living","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/2001\/09\/14\/afraid-of-not-living\/","title":{"rendered":"Afraid of Not Living"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s a warm and beautiful day, though how can one take the time to notice<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve been rendered numbed, unable to go out and face it<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s a future that I&#8217;ve always feared, that was always possible;<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve resolved myself to accepting it is forever incomprehensible.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m less afraid of dying than I am of not living<br \/>\nOf foregoing this freedom, whose fragility I can see now,<br \/>\nBut I&#8217;m more afraid of losing what I know and love<br \/>\nThan I am of cashing out now, and going to heaven above<\/p>\n<p>I witness the pain of the thousands standing there<br \/>\npanicked by the pathos of a misguided millionaire,<br \/>\nIt is the sight played over and over in our minds<br \/>\nOf five thousand unprepared souls, freed before their time.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m less afraid of dying than I am of not living<br \/>\nIt never was very easy to start the process of forgiving<br \/>\nI&#8217;m less afraid of dying than I am of not believing<br \/>\nReality struck hard today, I&#8217;ll go on about my grieving.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s a warm and beautiful day, though how can one take the time to notice<br \/> I&#8217;ve been rendered numbed, unable to go out and face it<br \/> It&#8217;s a future that I&#8217;ve always feared, that was always possible;<br \/> I&#8217;ve resolved myself to accepting it is forever incomprehensible.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m less afraid of dying than I am of not living<br [...]\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,8,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1503","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","category-social","category-songs"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1503","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1503"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1503\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1504,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1503\/revisions\/1504"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1503"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1503"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1503"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}