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.
Love
