ISO bridge over troubled waters...
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. 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.
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. 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.