Scorn
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I sat beside the open fire
And stared into its dancing flame,
To contemplate the years I’d wasted,
Accused and battered, torn by shame.
And as I stared in distant silence
Haunted by such awful years,
My face aglow within the firelight
Is burnt by such a flood of tears.
Voices from the past still echo
Branding me with lies most cruel,
That I would gladly forego tomorrow
To right the wrongs her lies did fuel.
A mind unable since this deception
To find such comfort that love brings,
It dwells instead on a daughter’s heartache
Whose tears I fear my own heart stings.
If I could change the world my darling,
And bring to you the smile god gave,
I’d ask that god give to your mother
A tongue of truth - your heart to save.
But where in legal land is justice
To shield a father from the scorn,
Of a mother’s conspiracy with new love
To breed such lies that hearts are torn.