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Poetry by Charles Moffat

All Alone In The Crowd

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

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