poem 2/ lonely

I am drowning in state of relinquishing self worth, as if the company of friendly faces would quench my anxieties' thirst.

Longing for hands to touch, lips to kiss, ears to listen, eyes to pay attention.

The memories of lovers in my past seems like mirages and aparitions. A KING, wearing a crown of

pity, seated on a throne of misery, in a castle deleted of happiness and ecstasy, to one next to me, who expects to be lonely, only me.