Eileen Manassian Poet Sonnet

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I Will Mutilate My Heart

I’ll mutilate my heart, that’s what I’ll do
Cut out that piece that lives and beats for you,
and then I'll simply wait and let it bleed
Perhaps with flow of blood, I will be freed

No suture will I use to stanch the flow
The healing balm my heart will never know
The part that housed my passion and delight
Now torn away, it leaves a ghastly sight!

I will not move, I will not even breathe
Though all my blood in angry bursts may seethe
I’ll wait until the last drop drains away
And see if that will be my dying day

My heart betrayed my mind, and this is why
Unable now to love, my heart will die

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Shilpa Chaganti January 9, 2017 at 3:36 PM Very well expressed and oh so heartfelt... Almost felt my eyes moist :') Keep writing lovely stuff... :)

Joanna Daniel January 5, 2017 at 3:57 AM I do hope this isn't your true experience, Eileen, though it seems so heartfelt:( a 7 for such a lovely heart breaking sonnet :)

Richard Lamoureux January 2, 2017 at 10:08 AM Disturbing but oh so wellexpressed. Hugs Rick.

Oliver Muchuma January 2, 2017 at 7:59 AM What an awesome sonnet one of the best I have come across......

Connie Marcum Wong January 2, 2017 at 12:26 AM It is the worst emotional pain on earth. My dear daughter is going to this kind of pain right now and so I can totally relate to this magnificent piece Eileen! It is poignant and gripping and beautifully written. I hope your new year is a beautiful one! Blessings, Connie ; ) 7

Darren White January 1, 2017 at 11:29 PM What a beautiful sonnet! This kind of heartache, so literal yet not? It's incredibly realistic, I am so young and haven't experienced that yet... and to be honest never hope to.

Arthur Vaso January 1, 2017 at 8:39 PM Oh Eileen! Are you coming to see me over on the dark side? I loved this as I shivered reading it! This is a fav! 7

Frederic Parker January 1, 2017 at 7:25 PM A sad poem yet filled with a quiet strength which gives me the sense the one whose heart is broken gave of their heart but not their soul.."in love one should never give their soul for it is the healer of a broken heart"..from the book of Frederic

Eve Roper January 1, 2017 at 4:58 PM Very good, Eileen, to many souls in the world that their mind feeds the wrong information about love. So sad I was one of those a very long time ago... Until my heart finally spoke. Happy New years and many more to come. Hugs Eve Eileen Manassian January 1, 2017 at 5:17 PM Glad you liked it, Eve. We write of the happy, the sad, the scary, the bed, and the heartrending. It's all part of life. I'm glad that your heart finally spoke up for you. Hugs, dear one.

Daniel Turner January 1, 2017 at 4:28 PM Very powerful sonnet, Eileen. I can relate:( Happy New Year:) Eileen Manassian January 1, 2017 at 5:17 PM Hey, You!!! Happy New Year! :) Hope its full of lots of goodies for you!

Sunlite Wanter January 1, 2017 at 12:06 PM Wish I could write like that! Eileen Manassian January 1, 2017 at 2:19 PM I'm humbled, Sunlite. :) Thanks ever so much for this kind compliment. Hope your New Year is off to a great start.

Tim Smith January 1, 2017 at 9:35 AM Very deep piece Eileen.... Heartache is painful....Wishing you a great new year Eileen Manassian January 1, 2017 at 5:20 PM Thanks, Tim. Indeed, it is. Wishing you the best in the New Year. Hugs

Anne-Lise Andresen January 1, 2017 at 8:09 AM - A great poem dear Eileen ........ but so very sad .... be happy :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Eileen Manassian January 1, 2017 at 2:18 PM Thanks, Sunshine. Life is not always a bed of roses...but I will smile for you! :) Hugs

Phil Capitano January 1, 2017 at 7:09 AM Keep the faith Eileen, someone who can write like this will surely find peace. Namaste. Eileen Manassian January 1, 2017 at 7:58 AM Thanks, Phil. Kind of you to pass by.