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.
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