The Truth Poem by Marqese Dabbs

Wondering of the who, what, when, where, and why
Thinking of turning back time
I think of you, numb and broken
Dissatisfaction, fixated on what would I give to behold you
Your smile, your face, your presence, I want it all
I want your declaration
The memories I hold with you are miniscule
Still they mean so much to me
The voices in my head trample the emotions I feel
Apparently I'm to young to know what is love
Whatever it is I know it breaths me in
The frustration, it feels like a strangle hold
I need a passionate rejuvenation
Could I ever make you feel wanted
As I am lost in the frames of your name
The perception of how I feel swallows me whole
Not free from the heart, what resides inside
I feel incomplete, now my being is problematic
Dwelling lonesomeness
Left behind by another, now lost in self reflection