Eileen Manassian Poet Quatrain

Wishes Are For Fools

I wish I had some filters
knew how to play the game
was good at superficial
adept at hiding shame

I wish I were unbothered
by things I hear and see
not quick to care for others
Focused much more on me

I wish I were more hidden
on who I like and why
then it would never matter
when they don't even try

I wish I were more stoic
impassive in the storm
I'm tired of being fragile
So unlike every norm

I wish that validation
were not what I so crave
I wish I could give in
not fake at being brave

I wish I could stop loving
Those not worth my while
Just cut them from my life
I wish that were my style

I wish my heart was stone like
so that I wouldn't feel
the pain of those oppressed
with no right of appeal

I wish, I wish, I wish, God
That I'd never been born
To see my loved ones die
just leaves me broken, torn

One day wishes will end, Lord
and I'll be laid to rest
For now, I struggle on
I try to do my best

But my heart's old and tired
My soul's an aching mess
If I love with all I've got
Why must I be loved less?

Eileen Manassian

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Poet Tacito January 25, 2018 at 1:02 PM Way too much to say on this. Be you, always. Others will cherish that equally. Anyone else who can't, step the hell aside.

FJ Thomas December 14, 2017 at 9:21 PM But then you wouldn't be the amazingly beautiful person you are. And that is far too great a treasure to lose. I love how you've done this.

Paul Callus December 5, 2017 at 5:23 PM I wish to see you happy // Immune to aches and pain // You merit love eternal // Don't let your passion wane! ~~~ Hugs // paul

Richard Lamoureux November 27, 2017 at 6:53 PM Well said Eileen. Stay exactly as you are, there are enough people already who are the opposite. The world needs more compassion and passion. Hugs Rick.

Silent One November 22, 2017 at 2:26 AM A beautiful heart is hard to find these days, never wish to be like those whose hearts have become stone...I feel your empathy here... Eileen Manassian November 22, 2017 at 4:40 PM Thank you, Silent One. My heart is easily bruised. Recovery is long and hard...but I keep trying.

Arthur Vaso November 21, 2017 at 11:58 PM I wish there was more people like you, then there would be less sadness in the world! :) Eileen Manassian November 22, 2017 at 4:40 PM That's sweet, dear. Very sweet. Thank you. I'm a fool...I will live and die a fool who believes in hopeless ideals.

Frederic Parker November 21, 2017 at 6:22 PM there are portions of this poem where I found that some of your wishes described some of my traits...ex...I wish I could stop loving...those not worth my while...I've always had a line if crossed I would never look back...I don't agree with it's loving less, I believe that love should be worthy of its worth.Thank you for causing me to think Eileen Manassian November 22, 2017 at 4:42 PM I'm glad you can feel with me in some aspects, dear. I just wish I could not pour my hearts and feelings out so readily when not all are deserving of my thoughts, my emotions, or my time. I never learn...and that's why I write! ;) Thanks for the visit.