yet to be named

this poem is not finished but tell me what you think anyway.

I really like this little peom. I will add more to it when I do not have a writers block.

For the lovers who love you no more,
and for the your family that just ignore.
Friends that were there, where are they now?
From the mistakes you made and can
not take back, the self esteem you lack.

The right light is hard to follow,
it's too sharp, it blinds our mind.
We search for directions with
the least amount of roads, but
the further we go the better


A life time of issues that
will not consume the depth
of this world. End the madness
within and rejoice in that knowledge
that it can get worse.