An Island Of My Own - Poem by Dennis Go
Books are my weapon;
Poetry - my shield.
Music - my armor;
Reasoning - my field.
I need no ties of friendship.
Need not an act of love.
Secluded in my chamber
My world lives on untouched.
Desecrated, my self had been.
Living alone, an island of my own.
Never knowing what's going on
With life, with love, forsworn.
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