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

Lonely and Neglected
By Charles Moffat

Here I am
All Alone
Again
Frustrated and confused
Not knowing what to do
Seeking, wanting, losing
Wringing my hands
Waiting, pacing, longing
Cracking my knuckles
Aching, yearning, burning
Neglected by love
Imprisoned by statues
Symbols crowding my paths
Lost within the map
Frustrated and weeping
Crying in my sleep
Dreams that awake into nightmares
Will this madness ever end?
Or will I forever be
Alone and neglected?