Eileen Manassian Poet Narrative

Damsel In Distress Routine

The damsel in distress routine got old
at first, it was so captivating
made you feel like a knight
you had dragons to slay
you saw the tears
you wanted to be the hero of her dreams
you wanted her to faint with delight
at your sight
to sigh
you wanted to whisk her away
make love to her
night and day
your just reward
for wiping her tears away

Oh, it was sweet
it was
to see how she needed you
wanted you
she wanted you to stay
dream castle knight on display

It got old, the damsel in distress routine
some of the demons were too strong
the nightmares too harrowing
the insecurity too stifling
the neediness too needy
it got old

The tears of past memories
didn’t dry quickly enough
the castle walls closed in
turning into a dungeon
hero accolades grew thin

In the dark of night
you lowered the drawbridge
and while she slept
you snuck away
the damsel in distress routine
got old, too old to keep you

While night turned to day
as you rode away
the truth would not dawn for you
the night all you knew
you couldn't understand
couldn't see
it wasn’t a routine
the damsel in distress
regressed
more distressed was she
in dawning light to see
the night had claimed her knight

This tale of woe I weave
of fairytale that bleeds 
is true, you see
for the damsel in distress, is me
I’m still....
the damsel in distress
with no one
no one
to rescue me

Eileen

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Liam Mcdaid October 2, 2014 at 8:01 AM such a really very beautiful deep pen eileen one day you will have it all beautifully penned piece bless you Eileen Manassian October 4, 2014 at 10:08 AM Liam...thank you for your visit go my damsel in distress. You are always kind and sweet to me, and I appreciate it. My heart is becoming callus. This is life, my dear. Hope all is well with you. Hugs

Charmaine Chircop October 2, 2014 at 3:14 AM The damsel in distress is even a warrior..Yes I believe you are.Yourself can set you free sweet lady.Life is beautiful even without the knight in shining armor,It is.I love how your emotions flow dear. Eileen Manassian October 4, 2014 at 10:09 AM Thank you, Charmaine. The problem is....I love fairytales! ;) Thanks for the visit to my poem...Damsel in Distress...

Dr. Upma A. Sharma October 1, 2014 at 10:36 AM Sorry having missed many great writes! But professional obligations u know! Can't help it, just trying to cope up today! Eileen Manassian October 1, 2014 at 10:38 AM Oh...I know, my dear lady! I know! :) Please...don't worry. I haven't been so good either. Hugs to you!!!

Richard Lamoureux October 1, 2014 at 10:16 AM The warrior is a child is a beautiful song. Eileen Manassian October 1, 2014 at 10:23 AM Yes, I sang that once in church..."They don't know that I go running home when I fall down...they don't know who picks me up when no one is around. I drop my sword and cry for just a while....Cause deep inside this armor, the warrior's just a child." So nice to share spiritual matters with you, Richard. :) Hugs

Dr. Upma A. Sharma October 1, 2014 at 10:14 AM Wow Eileen amazing write n worthy comments here! Well done dear! Eileen Manassian October 1, 2014 at 10:26 AM Dr Upma...good to have you back at my page. I've missed you...and I've missed visiting you. I'll be there soon! Hugs

Richard Lamoureux October 1, 2014 at 8:08 AM There are some great comments here, I enjoyed reading each of them. Good morning Eileen. Eileen Manassian October 1, 2014 at 9:32 AM Good morning, Richard. I'm glad you enjoyed reading the comments. Have a great day.

Demetrios Trifiatis October 1, 2014 at 4:56 AM Oh, what a fool this night was to leave a living dream as you, my dearest Eileen, and run away to his doom! The day just starts, it is yours and victories many you await, for you are not in distress, you only beauty and vigor gather for another, true and wise knight, to claim you! Fantastic, my poetess, and a 7! Eileen Manassian October 1, 2014 at 9:40 AM Efkharisto ap'ten karthia mou, Demetri. Panda kseris ti na grapsis. I fear that knights want an easy life, my dear poet. Depression is a demon that not many knights are equipped to deal with. ;) Thank you for visiting my work...and for being so gallant. Hugs

Nette Onclaud October 1, 2014 at 4:43 AM this is a fascinating tale you have woven, eileen.. the romantic and emotive tones mark this piece though I see you as a woman of strength and grace...keep the fiery goddess living within you.. huggs Eileen Manassian October 1, 2014 at 9:41 AM Thank you, Nette, for your kind and sweet post. I appreciate hearing from you.

Justin Bordner October 1, 2014 at 2:48 AM You need not be rescued from from regression, for your past is your allure, your passion ever sure, and certainly there is a knight who adores you, to the degree of dangerous, exciting love. What a marvelous combination of seduction, romance, devotion, emotion, psychology and rhyme! The castle work is so dark and powerful, original! There is nothing routine about you woman...J.A.B. Eileen Manassian October 1, 2014 at 9:42 AM To be adored is sweet indeed, Justin. It is illusive....like every fairytale. However, your post gives me strength and courage. Thank you for being who you are.

Richard Lamoureux September 30, 2014 at 8:39 PM Wow! Powerful and brilliantly written. This is an interesting twist on an old tale. Fortunate for you, you are a warrior princess and have the power to defeat your demons without the help of a scared Knight. Eileen Manassian October 1, 2014 at 9:44 AM Yes, Richard. Sometimes the warrior in me gets tired. Have you heard the song by Twila Paris...The Warrior is a Child? She is one of my favorite singers. She is a Christian singer. All her songs...speak to me. You are a True Friend....One of her best.

Tim Smith September 30, 2014 at 5:06 PM You may be a damsel but you aren't in distress because the are a thousand knights and a hundred princes lining up at a chance at the fair maiden...hugs Tim Eileen Manassian October 1, 2014 at 9:45 AM Oh, Tim....that's just a fairytale. My heart is callus and unbelieving. That's why we write. Thanks for the sweet thoughts.

Casarah Nance September 30, 2014 at 2:04 PM ooo you poem just makes me want to give you a million hugs. Life isn't always a fairy tale. I wish you didn't feel like the damsel in distress, you deserve to be the queen. lots of love lady xxx Eileen Manassian September 30, 2014 at 2:10 PM Thanks, Casarah. Sweet of you to pass by with such an encouraging comment.