Cry The Unshed Tears Poem by Margaret Alice

I didn’t get the equations right
tonight, the evening was a mess,
when you started to fight – is
there anything I could have done
to change the tenor of this song –
this sad melody of loneliness,
heartache and fatigue?

When you had a temper tantrum,
I felt like crying, suppressed the
tears, then felt angry – pushed
the anger away; now I’m left with
nothingness, even my dreams are
gone, my mind full of emptiness;
going back to the beginning…

First cry the unshed tears, die
the inner death, accept the pain,
let the anger out, the disappoint-
ment, the total deflation of all my
dreams and hopes and happiness,
watching as my soap-bubble joy
disappears…

I want my feelings back, I’m left
with emptiness where my
heart’s supposed to be…