Thinking out loud

yeah I was beaten on while you all left me to die
now he's got your brotherhood in part on his side
he wants to be popular I am not his lousy mother
who abandoned him in the dark without even a spark of imagination
Hexaba did ask Grandfather he knows he love Hexaba
I am his adopted Mother I won't be chained again for Hexaba's sake Granfather
involve yourself time she is pitting the twins against each other
she's fat off torture stuffing her face misery... great write.

That's the truth. Great poem Rob. Nicely done!

Thank Keith. Appreciate you!

Fucking preach.

THIS right here? Should be a forehead tattoo.

Great thoughts, good execution.

Little typo: its (it's)

Glad you like it.  Appreciate the read and the feedback. Not really a typo. I tend to be lazy with apostrophes. Ill fix it for you.

When you lose someone you never know the impact until they leave. sometimes it makes you miss them sometimes it shows you what you don't need anymore. its all a learning curve

Indeed!