{"id":295,"date":"2010-08-04T02:47:04","date_gmt":"2010-08-04T07:47:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php"},"modified":"2014-03-24T01:14:27","modified_gmt":"2014-03-24T08:14:27","slug":"the-fear-within","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/writing\/writing-1992\/the-fear-within","title":{"rendered":"The Fear Within"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5><em>By Martin Falatic<br \/>\nWritten 1992-02-27 18:37<br \/>\nRevised 1994-12-16, 1997-03-19<\/em><\/h5>\n<div class=\"hr\">\n<hr \/>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I awaken suddenly, draped in sweat.<br \/>\nMy startled cry pierces the darkness,<br \/>\nyet I hear no answer.<br \/>\nThe soft sighing of her breath, so gentle,<br \/>\nI cannot sense.<br \/>\nA strange, howling wind fills the room.<br \/>\nan inhuman moan<br \/>\nthe sound of death in approach.<br \/>\nDark clouds fill a purple sky laced with lightning.<br \/>\nThe blackness seems to fill my very soul &#8212;<br \/>\npalpable, almost alive with evil intent&#8230;<br \/>\nI turn to wake her, to save her from the tempest<br \/>\nBut she is gone!<br \/>\nI feel the place where she slept, but find nothing.<br \/>\nI scream her name, defying the wind&#8217;s increasing roar!<br \/>\nNo answer comes.<br \/>\nI try to flee the room, yet I cannot move.<br \/>\nHelpless, defeated, alone, I lay my head in my hands.<br \/>\nWhere has she gone? What have I done?<br \/>\nMemories of loves lost fill my mind.<br \/>\nAs hope drains from my spirit, a new sound is born.<br \/>\nFrom the depths of my soul comes a wail,<br \/>\na sob pitiful and desperate.<br \/>\n* * * * *<br \/>\nThe murky darkness fades to nothingness.<br \/>\nFor a moment, I feel empty&#8230;<br \/>\nno anger, no sadness, no loss.<br \/>\nI struggle to open my eyes, but I cannot see.<br \/>\nThe tears flow in little streams, clouding my sight.<br \/>\nFor an instant, I feel something touch my face,<br \/>\nI reach up, and feel her soft, comforting hand,<br \/>\nI open my eyes,<br \/>\nnow clear of the bitter tears that washed over them.<br \/>\nI see her face framed in pale moonlight,<br \/>\nShe looks at me with thoughtful eyes&#8230;<br \/>\nOur lips meet, and we kiss long and deep.<br \/>\n&#8220;I will never leave you,&#8221; she says,<br \/>\nAnd I know my fears, so torturous in my dreams,<br \/>\nare nothing in the face of our love.<\/p>\n<div class=\"hr\">\n<hr \/>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Martin Falatic Written 1992-02-27 18:37 Revised 1994-12-16, 1997-03-19 I awaken suddenly, draped in sweat. My startled cry pierces the darkness, yet I hear no answer. The soft sighing of her breath, so gentle, I cannot sense. A strange, howling wind fills the room. an inhuman moan the sound of death in approach. Dark clouds [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":278,"menu_order":2,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"class_list":["post-295","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/295","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=295"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/295\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/278"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=295"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}