WHO AM I TO SAY?

~WHO AM I TO SAY~

The day I spoke to another man’s wife

My heart got chilled like ice

When I looked into her eyes

I couldn’t utter a thing

Because that beast in there was still lying

I couldn’t say a word because

I wasn’t better off than him

I felt I could have done more, I could have improved

Myself twice or even thrice and I felt to mine,

 I shouldn’t have even told those lies.

The day I spoke to another man’s wife in tears

I saw heaven and hell looking sternly at me

My system began to unfold.

I wished I could have told her;

Tarry with him for some while

Even though, your soul looks so wild.

Because to mine, I should have tight held.

Sadness seized me with his hands that were so cold,

I wished I could have to him approached in bold

And told; Hey! Don’t be such a fool and too cold,

You really need to cherish her as your only gold

But who am I to say, when mine I have been

Cold on and unable to long hold?

The day I spoke to another man’s wife

I caught myself having an affair with her.

I heard a voice whispering stop-stop

But I looked her, in her own eyes and said;

If heaven and hell can have you for eternity

Why can’t I have you for just this moment?

 I nearly said to her what a whore you are!

But who am I to say, when myself

I was arrested in her web?

The day I saw another man’s wife masturbating

My mind ran off the rail and

I began to build mansions so I could live in that moment

As I felt my ink, beginning to drip while

I thought would be a good topic to discuss

With my wife-

To tell her how filthy and what a cheat

That neighbour’s wife was.

But who am I to say,

When myself I have found on top of her more than necessary

Who am I to point a finger at one?

When the rest points back at me-

Who am I to really say this one is fit and that one not.

Who-who am I to say?

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014