It lingers in the ruined air that atmosphere now lost to tears raining down when the drips are turned against the one that rants
the clouds once held the angst considered pure without regard for a world beyond the cell a prison made by the self
when the coin is flipped around the saddest turned to towards the self a desire to end the pain betrays the one who feels the same
where the vespers were thought pure even though the end was near an ally with answers now reality has shown its hand
the deck was stacked the whole time only showing some face-up lulling the grieving one to believe the game was set
until another flipped the rest to show anguish that would result assurance gone in that flash now the ruin is present.
2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190218.
The poem “Ruined Air” was inspired by a Tumblr posting. The original poster stated, “One of my best friend tried to commit one (suicide). And i have to tell you, from the other side it’s the most terrifying, scariest, saddest or heart breaking thing in the world. One of the worst experience I’ve ever had. Now I feel stupid, cause I understand how hard it is for other people even if they’re not part of the closest family. ”