At The Peak Of My Fury

I was at the peak of my rage. 

Every noise and every countenance, 

All the right and all the wrong 

Seemed obnoxious and sounded odious. 

  

No soothing songs brought peace, 

And no silly mistakes, I pardoned. 

The forgotten infuriating pasts, I exhumed, 

And my fury appeared contagious. 

  

I was at the peak of my fury, 

Inhuman, I became unwittingly. 

My mouth emitted words undesired, 

Yet I stood with my infuriating mind. 

  

The fire within never consented to settle; 

The goodwill I earned shattered. 

The respect I gained vanished as well, 

And an eerie silence followed the storm. 

  

One moment's emotional failure 

Created an insoluble rupture. 

The words I shouted, can't be undone, 

And relations broken demands resolve. 

  

When the reins are gone, 

Beware of your blind eyes and deaf ears. 

It's your tongue that spews out the fire, 

And no salivation would extinguish it. 

  

Screaming never solves anything, 

And violence never settles things. 

Rage is contagious, like a smile, 

But the latter is its cure. 

  

Apathy is a unique virtue, 

If it blinds you at the destructive wrath. 

Forgetfulness is a balm, 

If it quenches the fire within and keeps you calm.