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Poetry by Charles Moffat
In a city of millions I am lonely I feel abandoned Neglected Challenged beyond belief I have always strove for artistic challenge To paint something unique To test my skills But this is something new I am alone here No friends No foes Only memories and distant phone calls The call beckons to me But I am forbidden I want to dissolve myself To become enmeshed in the mingling of others But my soul remains apart My mind constantly ticking I am here Alone Alone in a crowd of millions I could meet a hundred people a day But not remember a single name Faces perhaps Figures that catch my fancy But a name, a person, a personality A confident would go a long way right now But there is no one here No one to take my hugs No one to embrace me when I want to cry And so I can't cry Not openly When I do it comes in quick, wracking sobs Oh how I wish Cynthia, where are you? I feel your presence but not your embrace I am swollen with tears I am sore all over I could really use a backrub A decent night's sleep And your loving embrace |