There were stains left on my memory
Dark spots on a plane of placidity
Seeped through the fabric of my thoughts,
To reveal the grim; let the goodness rot
All over the course of years,
By my many unshed tears

Through my subconscious they percolate
They grow dense with lachrymose and arouse the hate
Built up and forgotten; to later find
They gradually alter the parts of my mind
And my soul to them adheres,
As I ignore these unshed tears

It was a scene marked by its brevity,
But its results are of great longevity
I cannot forgive, nor can I forget
As the memory poses a constant threat

For all that is forgiven has been recalled
But this recollection I have long stalled
As each time the tears begin to well in my eyes,
I divert my attention and feed myself lies
The emotions deepen and the pain further sears,
But the memory dissolves into unshed tears

They’ve left a scar on my self-esteem
And my previous self I cannot redeem
I attempt to stay strong,
Look down; live on

But inside rages a battle insane
As stolidity I force to feign
And my every attempt is to no avail,
Though I fight them back, the tears prevail

For they lay latent in anticipation
Of this sudden realization
That of them my mind must be cleared
Now come forth the unshed tears

What would have been a peaceful stream
A dispelling of all thoughts obscene
An ease to the pain while coming clean

Is now a gushing rapid untamed
A noxious poison; an acid rain
An eruption of all that was previously contained
As I confront the unshed tears

What would be a silent shower of grief unheard
A loss of memories so stained and blurred
A purging of ailments soon to be cured

Instead is a violent thunderstorm
But its winds have already ripped and torn
And now my soul is further worn
As I cry these unshed tears