The Cost Of Anger

When anger grips my heart and mind, 

Clear thought begins to stray, 

My cheeks flush hot, my voice runs wild— 

With words I can't unsay.

No goodness flows from burning rage, 

No wisdom, grace, or light, 

Just choices I would take back now, 

And guilt that haunts the night.

I look upon the paths I've walked, 

Where fury led the way, 

No joy was found, no peace was gained— 

Just sorrow left to stay.