Eileen Manassian Poet Enclosed Rhyme

Nothing Matters Anymore

Nothing matters anymore
Don’t care what life has in store
On love I’ve gone and closed the door
No, nothing matters anymore

I’m lying here alone in bed
With storms raging inside my head
It feels like I’m already dead….
Nothing matters anymore

Don’t care about the world outside
I just need a place to hide
From betrayers who have lied…
Nothing matters anymore

Just want to be left alone
Want to turn my heart to stone
I hate myself, for I should have known
Nothing matters anymore

I’ve got no more strength in me
To be what you want me to be
All around heartache I see
Nothing matters anymore

I want to let life go on by
Can’t explain the reasons why
But right now I am close to die
Nothing matters anymore

Nothing matters anymore
Just walk out of that door
Please, trouble me no more
Nothing…nothing matters anymore.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Richard D Seal March 20, 2013 at 7:05 AM You know what Eileen, most of the great poets suffered the highs and lows, need I say more. Regards Richard Eileen Manassian March 21, 2013 at 10:54 AM Thanks, Richard....and the writers and the painters! We are a tortured lot, but if it creates beauty...then we should just roll with the punches! Hugs!

Richard Lamoureux March 18, 2013 at 7:07 PM You are in my prayers. You matter! Richard Lamoureux March 20, 2013 at 4:48 PM glad to hear you are better. Eileen Manassian March 18, 2013 at 9:54 PM Thanks ever so much...I'm a bit better today...

Ilene Bauer March 18, 2013 at 2:42 PM your sad poems are so filled with longing and pathos. i always hope that they're fictional, though... Eileen Manassian March 18, 2013 at 9:53 PM They are born from my heart, Ilene...I do go through the roller coaster of life....my highs are very high...I'll be flying with exuberance, but unfortunately, my lows are very low...Oh, for that happy middle ground that is often illusive. Thanks for the love and care!

Christine Phillips March 18, 2013 at 1:10 PM Very nice poem. Keep on writing Eileen Manassian March 18, 2013 at 9:50 PM Thanks, Christine. I will...

Harry Horsman March 18, 2013 at 11:39 AM Oh yes it does Eileen, you make so many of us so happy, ok i cannot get to comments so much these days,, but i'm still reading, you do matter, Eileen Manassian March 18, 2013 at 12:15 PM Thanks, Harry....I cling to your words of comfort right now. I'm unwell...I find it hard to concentrate, and I have a myriad things to do....but my brain is just not willing to cooperate with me! Thanks for being there for me. It means so much!

Timothy Hicks March 18, 2013 at 10:56 AM It's sad to read this... I hope this is just your imagination and not a direct reflection of what you're going through! You can vent now, but I wouldn't hold onto these feelings... love and friendship can't develop in this state of mind. Hope all is well on your side of the screen! Eileen Manassian March 18, 2013 at 12:18 PM No...I'm a bit down, Timothy. When I wrote this a while ago....I didn't want to get out bed. Had some time with hubby...I'm better, but not out of it yet. It takes time. Just down on myself...will get better soon! Thanks for the post.