Eileen Manassian Poet Dramatic Monologue

Arabic Proverb

"He murders and then walks in the funeral procession."

You ask me why the tears
Why the sad face
And inside I laugh
At your gull in asking
When you know full well
You are a murderer
And yet
You walk in the funeral profession of my heart
Wailing and mourning
Dressed in black
Crying tears made of glass
Manufactured perfection
Each “drop”
shattering as it hits the ground
A sound
Only I hear

You eulogize me
Speaking of my wonderful traits
What made me the beautiful woman
Everyone loved and wanted to be with
Everyone but you
Everyone but YOU saw my real beauty
The crimson glory of my robe
The scent of my being
YOU saw the thorn
Yet today
You call me a rose

You ask me why I weep
You ask me why I mourn
You murdered my heart
Yet you walk in the funeral procession
The last laugh is on you
For after 3 days
I will rise again

I need to rest in this tomb
Before I see the light of day
Before I awake to newness of life
But alas...
ALAS...
You will not be there
To witness
My resurrection day.

Eileen Manassian

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Arthur Vaso December 1, 2014 at 12:11 AM I triple Richards wow, to WOW WOW WOW, loved this one!!!!

Richard Lamoureux November 8, 2014 at 10:06 AM Wow, what a haunting piece. This is powerful and amazing. How did I miss this one??? I'm glad I went seeking through your poems this morning.

Timothy Hicks October 20, 2014 at 11:42 PM From the ashes of a bad relationship... you arise even more amazing than before. You exude tremendous confidence in this piece. That man you were with seems a two faced... good riddance to him!

Demetrios Trifiatis August 16, 2014 at 5:25 AM Eileen, my dearest poetess, after staying away for four months I came back and I see this masterfully created poem that shows the maturity of your poetry and the aesthetic splendor of it! Giving you only a seven it is an underestimation of the worth of your poetic improvement! Eileen Manassian August 16, 2014 at 6:36 PM Thank you ever so much, my dear poet. Good to have you back. I appreciate this lovely comment. It's good to know that I've improved.

Justin Bordner August 15, 2014 at 8:32 PM The resurrection of a heart is a burial of self destruction, a victim's funeral, and a Champion's dawn. The Arab maxim is on point, a brilliant support to your moral and pain Eileen. The Romans and Chinese have a tradition of paying professional Mourners to perform during funerals, its a fascinating custom. The strong do not allow betrayal to spoil their hearts, I know this well too! This is a brilliant work of moral poetry, and of courage Eileen...J.A.B. Eileen Manassian August 15, 2014 at 11:29 PM :) Justin.... :) :) :)....I have smiles for you....lots and lots of smiles. You bring me joy...you are kind and wonderful. I look forward to your visits. Hugs

Jslambert Mister Roboto August 15, 2014 at 3:15 PM This reminds me of my youth,and being raised as a J.W....Are you a J.W.? Or possibly 7th Day Ad.? If neither or none of my bizz-ness, no answer needed. There are just some key words that always lead me to ask. Well, looks like we're all caught up on your new poems, so will take a look at some older one. You are welcome to come back and visit my page again any day, or not, it is your choice. I wont be posting any slam poetry for quite a while. Take care, Jslambert Mister Roboto August 15, 2014 at 7:30 PM I thought maybe 7thDayAd! I have been here, didn't go anywhere. You didn't get all my comments? Left one for each of the new poems I will double check to make sure they all came through. Been having a little trouble with a laptop. Bought a new one this morning. Eileen Manassian August 15, 2014 at 3:40 PM Hi JS....I'm a Seventh-day Adventist. I don't mind sharing that. I have on one of the blogs. Thanks for visiting. I was wondering where you are. I will be by to visit your work soon.

Jslambert Mister Roboto August 15, 2014 at 11:54 AM Crimson Glory! Nice! Eileen Manassian August 15, 2014 at 10:36 PM Thanks, JS. I just meant you hadn't posted a poem...but then again I see you have and a hot one at that! Thanks for the visit.

Tim Smith August 15, 2014 at 6:24 AM This is riviting my dear....love it...hugs Tim Eileen Manassian August 15, 2014 at 6:27 AM Thanks for the visit, Tim. Take care

Dr. Upma A. Sharma August 15, 2014 at 5:43 AM Wow Eileen u hv that something in ur heart that can set ablaze my friend! And its me burning ! Eileen Manassian August 15, 2014 at 5:49 AM Thank you, my sweet Dr Upma. You are so kind and good to me. Sending you love....