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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’ll build 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.
Well I’ve heard the word before:
It’s sleeping in my memory,
And 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 armour;
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.