Incomplete

Incomplete
By: Orlando M. Hundley
(Love poem)

Since the day I was born
I felt there was a need to mourn
Not because of death and not because of sorrow
But because I felt incomplete going into tomorrow
I felt my life was missing a link
A link that would help unveil my personality
A personality that was seeking for attention
I searched and searched but never any redemption
Why, because I felt incomplete
I was sadly losing confidence and not facing reality
So I started fantasizing of that special someone
Just so I could find a sense of morality
And I did it all because I felt incomplete