I am acting out of prudence
I am acting out of prudence
And not of foolish hope
My child shall remain Nonexistent
Yes! This must be so
They will never have a parent
Unable to fulfill their own needs
For pouring from an empty cup
Only works in fantasies
They will never have a parent
Trying to heal from Herculean trauma
Putting them in numerous crossfires
Replete with drama
They will never have to live
In a state of isolation
As protection
From repudiation
They will never have to choose
Between silence and stagnation
Or the challenging conundrum
Of voicing and vexation
They will never feel
Like a burdensome lot
Or an inscrutable vagabond
In search of a spot
They will never have to endure
A parent's vanity
A parent's spiritual delusions
A parent's insanity
And so Nonexistence
Will be my child's abode
To chose the alternative and hope for the best would be foolish
So yes. This must be so