Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

Notes About The Poem

From the Padded Cell

in this your padded cell of silence
you torture me
in your straight jacket of neglect
I writhe
tormented
tried

from the observation window
you look in
cold hearted
indifferent
you take notes
of my descent
from this padded white room of insanity
into hell
you torture me

wanting to break free
I claw
I scream
straight jacket white
now crimson sheened
madness extreme
I fall to the floor
convulsing with the memories
of when your arms
straightjacketed me...

the rocking almost stops
I'm still

you walk into the room
not a sound
silence profound
deepens...deepens
I've no fight left in me
my eyes beg, "Please...
See me! Remember"....

Cold and calculated
you do what you've come to do
I'm waiting
you remove the straight jacket
and expose my nakedness
for a moment you stare
unaware of anything
but that tattoo on my breast
above my heart
You finger it
your name
what a shame!
you're not the same

for a moment
there is a flicker in your eye
a glint of passion
I sigh
and look away
too late
too late

I raise my arms
I straighten my form
"do what you came for"
and you help me into a new straightjacket
pristine white
a sight
a fright!

Not a word spoken
you leave
I bleed
from wounds not healed
not cleaned
I lie still
there....there
in the padded cell of your silence
In the straightjacket of your neglect

I lie still...

I
lie
s t i l l 

Eileen Manassian

Another of my deleted poems....Abuse has many faces. Though physical, sexual, and verbal abuse are easier to detect, neglect is one that often goes unnoticed. It causes psychological trauma, and at times, death. We read stories of children dying because their parents were too busy to feed them. There is also, the neglect of silence.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Kp Nunez September 4, 2015 at 10:05 AM I remember this, Eileen. A riveting, powerful piece with psychological and emotional undertones. 7 as with your other pieces. hugs! Eileen Manassian September 4, 2015 at 10:23 AM Thank you, my dear. How kind of you to visit. I appreciate it. Hugs

Constance La France September 3, 2015 at 3:45 PM Eileen, oh what an incredible write, glad you re-posted this powerful and amazing poem and thanks for visiting my poem, dream ~~ Eileen Manassian September 4, 2015 at 10:24 AM Thank you for visiting my poem...From the Padded Cell. I SO appreciate it, dear. Hugs

Richard Lamoureux September 3, 2015 at 9:41 AM Hi Eileen, I posted a new one this morning. Eileen Manassian September 4, 2015 at 10:24 AM ....and a beauty it is! :)

Laura Breidenthal September 3, 2015 at 2:47 AM Another one to fav!! This is amazing work Eileen...love the sixth stanza... this is heartbreakingly genius! I hope you are doing well, and I think of you often. Your work is raw, original and intriguing. Neglect truly kills. Always, Laura Eileen Manassian September 3, 2015 at 3:07 AM Yes, my dear...it truly does kill. Thanks for visiting me again. This was a deleted poem that I decided to repost. I have almost all of them posted. There is just one more that I will post today....since words don't come to mind. I seem to be in a fog. I'm a bit depressed. My husband and daughter are away...the house is empty. It is oppressive. I'm glad my father is visiting from abroad. It helps cheer me up. Hugs

Richard Lamoureux September 2, 2015 at 12:18 PM So glad you reposted this powerful primal piece. Disturbing and mesmorizing. I thinnk you might have meant "you finger it" small typo perhaps. Your writing never fails to move me Eileen. Hugs Rick. Eileen Manassian September 3, 2015 at 3:09 AM Your writing moves me, Richard. Truly. Thank you for pointing that out. You always have my back....in so many ways. Bless you for it. I need a guardian angel. Hugs

Anne-Lise Andresen September 2, 2015 at 5:55 AM - The pictures in your words gives a powerful image, dear Eileen - I wish you a lovely day - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Eileen Manassian September 2, 2015 at 9:29 AM Thanks, Sunshine. I'm going through some depressing days. My daughter left to Europe to continue her studies. My hubby is with her so I'm alone for a bit. Don't do well alone, but I'll manage. Thanks for the visit, dear. Hugs

Kim Merryman September 1, 2015 at 10:12 PM An incredibly powerful write, Eileen! Your use of short staccato lines emphasized the trauma the woman was going through. Great Work! Love, Kim Eileen Manassian September 1, 2015 at 10:54 PM Thank you, dear Kim. It's always good to have visits from you, but even more than that....I want to thank you for your posts elsewhere. Those spiritual and inspirational things you post always touch my heart. Bless you, my dear.

Justin Bordner September 1, 2015 at 10:06 PM Absolutely mindblowing with love panicing in lonely bondage, the emotion of your heart heating unbearably, your spirit spliting the intolerable restraints of patience...I know this agony as well my Beloved Poetess. The emotion, metaphor and skill is astonishing in this poem, and is so because this poem is from the soul of your heart. This ability to express your love so intensely, vividly, originally, personally is why you are a Master Poetess. A FAV!!! And unforgettable Eileen...J.A.B. Eileen Manassian September 1, 2015 at 10:53 PM Thank you, Justin. Your appraisal of my work is truly heartwarming. :) It's so appreciated. To be considered a Master Poetess is truly an honor. I'm finding it hard to write of late. Nothing seems to come out right. I start and stop and delete. I've been a bit depressed as my daughter has gone to pursue her studies and my husband has gone with her to settle her in. I find the loneliness rather intolerable, but it happens quite often. Fortunately, I have my brother around and my father has come from Cyprus to help. It will pass. Comments and visits like yours ease the pain. Thank you....Hugs