Tragic Breath

Tragedy walks to the beat of tone deaf tears... falling waywardly onto shifting shores, unsure of anything around him. He wonders why it hurts to walk on something as soft as your cheeks; and steps as if he might fall through each bruise his unsteady feet conquer. His breath burns. His chest heaving under the weight of epidermic ridicule he doesn't understand. Why does love feel so much like hate? Every footstep sends a longing coursing through her veins, that makes every kiss bittersweet. The fire keeps them honest I suppose, reminding every lover the difference between joy and pain. Suffering together. A blessing that no one seems to understand until death shudders down our throats. In spite of it all, beauty stands still under the light that shines down upon us all; Showing the truth of why... the breath of tragedy gives life to love.