Monday, April 21, 2014

I've Grown Accustomed

I've grown accustomed
To the thorns in my path
To the throbbing in my heart
To days on days of noons
To nights without a moon.

I've grown accustomed
To deafening silence around
To hours that keep me bound
To my solitary days
To mirror images that stay.

I've grown accustomed
To Hopes that never sprout
To battles that end in rout
To the tolling of knells
To peels of parting bells.

I've grown accustomed
To horizon of azure skies
To pale lights as clouds rise
To changing winds of Time
To dawns with no climes.

I've grown accustomed
To riding waves on battered boats
To toss and turn to stay afloat
Tosmiling as bees sting
To see dead dreams take wings.

I've grown accustomed
To losing at turn of dice
To opening heart to pay price
To laughing at Fortune's command
To bearing blows of demands.

I've grown accustomed
To building roofs that crumble down
To wearing my thorny crown
To living life that's betrayed
To falling and rising, unfazed.

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