The Consiglieré's Choice

Damn pops how can I watch you in pain

When you gotta watch yo moms wither away on her cane

I know it come wit old age but we all shouldn't feel ashamed

Frustrated by these feelings yo siblings create a cage

Between themselves and each other in this later stage

Of life where our life is a light in the shade

But I'm like it's alright but it's ice in the gaze

As I write am I right To incite on this page

An incendiary thought that's ablaze

l feel comfort in its flames But now we no longer feel the same

It's like underground cave systems connect by chains of darkness

While I pray it won't send you I selfishly want the change