Toxic Parents

the thought of my father dead
hovers on its cold energy
a rememberance
no
a recollection
maybe
at arms length
it must not come close
too dangerous
you see

the thought of my mother dead
earths itself bonding
to a discharge of belief
negatives
need feeding
insulate
it must stay that way
too dangerous
you see

the thought of me dead
skulks close out of sight
in a corner of sadness
like failures at night
embraced with the dawn

it will not last
I’ll not be a victim
To things of the past.