To Anger

Anger,
Don't you remain an unwanted aquaintance?

You shake in mirth
As I shake,
Trying to leash you..

You blind me, confuse me,
enchant me, afflict me,
ensorcelling my words,
hexing my control over my own action..

Aren't you elated,
when I hurt those whom I love?
Why aren't you ashamed
to shackle me to you?
For I know you love me not!

I nurse their hurt,
and lift my torso to fight you..
But you strike behind my back,
Ignoble you!

Your intoxication, one day,
should rather not consume me..
For you'll die too..

Taking the taste
of your own medicine.