Eileen Manassian Poet Sonnet

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Dead To Me

Where once there was the image of your face
There's now a gaping hole, an open space
When once I heard the beauty in your voice
There is a deafness there, and it's by choice

Where once there were your words in beauty wreathed
There is a darkened shroud they have bequeathed
When once there was the brilliance of your smile
There is but bitter taste of vilest bile

Where once there was the comfort of your arms
There is but thorns in place of all the charms
When once there was the pleasure of your kiss
There is but sound of demons' awful hiss

You were alive, but dead you are to me
I'll exorcise your ghost, and be set free!!

Eileen Manassian

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Anne-Lise Andresen February 28, 2016 at 1:53 PM - Great written, with dark shadows Eileen - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

White Sage February 28, 2016 at 3:27 AM this is a deep sonnet, expressing so much sadness, when love dies, the ghost never resembles the real man, never...excellent write Eileen, as always

Timothy Hicks February 27, 2016 at 9:44 PM NEWS ALERT: This Just In, Eileen's back in town ... and she's brought with her poems abound :) "There is a deafness there, and it's by choice" ... love should never grow cold, but should only grow richer and brighter overtime. How sad that this happens. That a lover becomes a ghost ... and yet still remains alive. Very deep and expressive, Eileen.

CayCay Godwin February 27, 2016 at 1:31 PM I know this man and wrote similar poems for him! I think you captured the 'aftermath' feeling so incredibly well! A 7 ... CayCay (your poems echo my feelings so often. some of your poems have actually explained some of my feelings to me. as a poet, I think that is one of the greatest compliments I can give another poet) Eileen Manassian February 27, 2016 at 1:59 PM My dear sweet, CayCay...I can't thank you enough...for everything! You are a kindred spirit, it seems. :) I am so happy that I can be friends with you here. I hope that our friendship will deepen in time. Bless you, dear.

Richard Lamoureux February 27, 2016 at 9:12 AM Wow, this is powerful, I hope to live forever. Eileen Manassian February 27, 2016 at 2:02 PM You need not worry....You will! :)

Paul Callus February 27, 2016 at 8:17 AM No beating round the bush in this expressive sonnet, Eileen! Time to move on to pastures new...the end couplet sums it all up! Hugs // paul Eileen Manassian February 27, 2016 at 8:20 AM Yes, dear Paul. If there is only pain in a friendship...best move on. Some friendships are salvageable, but others....best to bury the dead and move on. Hugs

Tim Smith February 27, 2016 at 7:46 AM What a wonderful sonnet Eileen. Very powerful. I think sometimes we have to move on. Be happy. Eileen Manassian February 27, 2016 at 8:21 AM Tim....as I age...I realize more and more...that this is a one way ticket and I have to enjoy the journey....Thanks for your kind and wise comment. :)

Charmaine Chircop February 27, 2016 at 7:39 AM I'll exorcise your ghost , and be set free -Love love love this line Eileen. The words in your poem are profound. It sounds like a definite goodbye to a chapter in life, and a determination to move on. Awesome !!!. Btw , I'm so glad dear Arthur chose you as his guest of the week. Many Hugs. Eileen Manassian February 27, 2016 at 8:18 AM Yes, Charmaine...I'm glad as well. He had told me about it a few days ago...but I'm glad he posted it when he did. I really needed that affirmation. Dead to me....yes. It's hard, but sometimes one must realize when a friendship....is not a true one...and must move on. It's never easy, but if you will help with the exorcism...should be ok! ;) Hugs, sweetie.