The Unaccompanied Existance

I'm marooned 

In a crowded room

Alone

On the other end of the telephone

Mute at the microphone

In a garden overgrown

Unknowing and unknown

At the throne 

Of a sad abyss 

I think I missed 

The warm touch

The cool kiss 

The beauty and bliss

Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner

It's a cold insipid path without love to garner