Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

When the Heart Bleeds

When the heart bleeds
The body is silent
The mind is mute
Unable to send healing agents
Coursing through the veins
To bring healing
The body waits…with bated breath
For an outer force to come to the rescue
To bind up the wound
And bring healing


When the body bleeds
The mind is quick to sends signals
That activate the life giving elements in the blood
To start the clotting process
To stop the vital flow
From ebbing away
And endangering life

Ah…ah….but when the heart bleeds
It beats a requiem without music or words
And the body mourns…
Helpless and torn
There is unearthly silence
Accompanied by tears
For the heart no one can rescue
No one can heal
Except the very one
Who made the heart bleed.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Harry Horsman February 23, 2013 at 8:35 AM Eileen, every now and then, one comes on soup, like the sun rises every day, as the ray of enlightenment, consider yourself the sun

Lucilla Carrillo February 22, 2013 at 10:04 PM This is so true. I enjoyed reading this tonight. It reminds me of the one that says - theonly one that can make you stop crying is - the one that made you cry. Lucilla

Richard Lamoureux February 22, 2013 at 2:46 PM WE ARE INDEED WONDEROUS! Another touching and significant poem. Thanks for your visits today.

Guru Jad February 22, 2013 at 10:48 AM When the heart bleeds, legions of sorrow gather to form a foam mending the cut, and draining the blood before it reaches the ground! A melodic poem with slow and silent beats.. Loved it! Eileen Manassian February 22, 2013 at 12:04 PM Thanks, my dear! I'm so so happy that you are here! :) XO

Anne-Lise Andresen February 22, 2013 at 10:38 AM A powerful and sad poem Eileen, very well written. - Hope that your weekend will be nice. - Thanks for reading my poem. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :) Eileen Manassian February 22, 2013 at 12:05 PM My pleasure, Anne Lise! Your work is dear to me!