Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

Phantom Pain

You’re no longer a part of my life
Amputated
Before the gangrene
Of tortured doubts
Reached my heart
Poisoning along the way
It couldn’t be cleansed away
Or so I thought….
Cut away…
Cut away from my life
And all that remains
Is my maimed heart

And yet….
On cold and rainy days
I feel the phantom pain
Gnawing away
Alternating between
A tingling tightness
And a burning sensation
Where your presence used to be

I try to manage
To go through my day
The missing part of my life
That was your smile
Your eyes
Your body
Fused to mine
That missing part
That I feel but cannot touch
Makes me dysfunctional
And I need a crutch
A pseudo love
To get on by

The phantom pain
Won’t go away
ALWAYS THERE
A dull reminder
Of your absence
That eats at my soul
Working it's way to my heart
Poisoning along the way
Wasn't that why you were cut away?
A childish attempt to protect my heart
From the possible death of love?

Yet….how is it that I’m dying anyway…
Without you….
The missing part of my heart!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Richard Lamoureux March 27, 2014 at 6:43 PM If it is possible I think I enjoyed this one even more the second time. Eileen Manassian March 27, 2014 at 7:52 PM I'm glad...

Ilene Bauer July 29, 2013 at 7:59 PM i love the analogy and the way you've woven it so brilliantly into your poem! bravo! Eileen Manassian July 30, 2013 at 6:11 AM Thanks, Ilene. I love hearing from you.....especially now when I'm a bit unable to write! :( Thanks for the visit.

Honestly J.T. July 29, 2013 at 7:28 PM It sounds like you looked at the loss of love from the perspective of a very sick diabetic amputee. This is a good poem Eileen Manassian July 30, 2013 at 6:11 AM PJ...thanks so much for your post. I'm glad you like the way it turned out! :)

Richard Lamoureux July 29, 2013 at 6:20 PM Richards comments kill me, tell it like it is Richard! Don't hold back buddy! Another excellent piece, you are so creative. Eileen Manassian July 30, 2013 at 6:12 AM Thanks for the creative bit, Richard....I do so love your words of praise....Richard S is a tease. He keeps me on my toes! :)

Richard D Seal July 29, 2013 at 2:05 PM Sounds like this lady fell in love with a complete dickhead, regrets it but still wonders, 'what might have been', if things had been different, a pain that haunts many. Great write on this sad human condition. Take care, Richard Richard Lamoureux March 27, 2014 at 6:42 PM It made me laugh to read this one again Richard. Eileen Manassian July 30, 2013 at 6:14 AM Hmmmmmmm....do you mean to say that love is like a tap to be switched on and off at will? If it were THAT easy...surely there would be no broken hearts in this world, Mr Seal. In principle....I agree with you....Tell it to her heart! Richard D Seal July 29, 2013 at 4:55 PM I suggest she gets over the 'might have beens', and moves on with her life. It was never going to work no matter how much she loved him. Yes this is a strong poem Eileen, one eveybody can relate too. Living with heartaches from the past does no good. Eileen Manassian July 29, 2013 at 2:09 PM My dear Mr Seal....mind your language!!!! ;) Hi, Richard! Glad you stopped by to visit me again. This poem evoked strong emotions, eh? Yes....a very sad human condition.....This lady needs help, I believe....any suggestions?

Nette Onclaud July 29, 2013 at 12:06 PM a heartbreaker it is... the angst so well espressed and highlighted by your piercing language, eileen... well done!.:) huggs Eileen Manassian July 29, 2013 at 2:10 PM Thank you, Nette. How honored I am that you visit me. You are a star here! Thank you! Hugs!

Poet Tacito July 29, 2013 at 11:46 AM Love, at the edge of sanity. It needs to make sense again. So much pain & ominous perspective here. You laced this poem grand. Fantastic job! Eileen Manassian July 29, 2013 at 2:11 PM Drake...I'm running out of ways to thank you that sound sincere and from my heart. You know it's true, though.....right? I do appreciate your visits, and your kind thoughts...I'm a bit....hmmmmmm.....I don't know...It's becoming an effort to write....I'm losing touch....Your visits brighten up my day.