My parents were once gods, and I was polytheistic
Placed on marble pedestals, my adherent prayers all for them
Blinding faith in their “Listen to me’s”
Celestial warmth in their “I told you so’s”
In their commandments, without question, I found the peace of ignorance.
But when I noticed their aging eyes and worn hands and silver hair
gods with death as their close friend
I became conscious of their humanity
Knowing how twisted I am,
I lost faith in everything.