a winter's day
in a deep and dark december;
i am alone,
gazing from my window to the streets below
on a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
i am a rock,
i am an island.
i've built walls,
a fortress deep and mighty,
that none may penetrate.
i have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
it's laughter and it's loving i disdain.
i am a rock,
i am an island.
don't talk of love,
but i've heard the words before;
it's sleeping in my memory.
i won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
if i never loved i never would have cried.
i am a rock,
i am an island.
i have my books
and my poetry to protect me;
i am shielded in my armor,
hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
i touch no one and no one touches me.
i am a rock,
i am an island.
and a rock feels no pain;
and an island never cries.