Anger
In a moment, things came to a boil,
And anger caused everything to spoil.
Losing focus on my principal goal,
All my principles fell in disharmony's bowl.
Anger that heir to stress,
Made me pull my hair – oh a frustrating mess!
In those weak moments I took off my eye,
From all that I wished to achieve and reach the sky.
I then spent the subsequent days repenting at leisure.
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