Solitude Poem by Pensive Phoenix

I am a captive to myself
I let nobody in
I am an island on my own
No heart of mine has got a home
There is but frosted window panes
Lost in this lonely lane

No carol singers at my door
They do not bother anymore
Boarded windows and bolted doors
Loneliness and sorrow pours

Every smile and thoughtful care
Love, I could not dare
My curtains closed unto the world
I did not wake that day

They say I am my own worst enemy
And that no one will remember me.
No sound is heard from silence
No friend is made from solitude
It is too late that I see
How I wished you had the time
to get to know me