The Witness

You’ve treated me as though I shouldn’t have been born.
Your worst nightmare, something out of The Children of the Corn.
But please tell me what did I do to deserve your scorn,
Or your wrath, your pain, your hate every morn.

Was it my fault what was done to you?
That he came, he saw, he conquered and then forgot you?
I see regret in your eyes when you think you’re alone.
Replaying old voice messages off your phone.
The man who loves you and pretends he’s my daddy
Loves me more than the woman who bore me and birthed me.

He’s as confused as to the hate you give,
Loving you despite of all the negative.
But I know the real reason for the pain you hide,
He won’t understand you but I had nine months on the inside.
I heard your cries, read your thoughts, influenced your dreams
I saw your nightmares; I was your whimper and the words in your diary.

Only God knows the true depths of our sorrow
How often you pleaded every night not to wake up tomorrow.
But I fought for you in the darkness of that womb
Wanted to show you that your life was not a total ruin
It hurts me everytime I hear the agony and rage escape
Directed at me, cause you still believe I was a mistake.

But it wasn’t your fault, and I have learnt neither was the blame mine.
Exorcise your demons mama, I’m a big girl now, I’ll be fine.
Im only three, can’t express how I truly feel,
But one day we’ll have a heart to heart just you and me

© Nigel Byng 2023 All Rights Reserved

2 responses to “The Witness”

  1. I love how you used the child’s point of view in this poem! Very compelling.

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    1. Thank you Dawn. 🙏

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