If anger was poison,

I have been long dead


I have treasured it like my first pet,

the moment I knew of deceit

It shatters the order of my mind

and fuels my mouth 


When the home is empty

anger was my foolish friend

telling me about disloyalty

assuring me of nothing good


But if anger was poison,

Love was my antidote

The remedy that reached out to me

curing me inside out


Love was healing me

when I didn't know I was rotten 

to the core

when I was moving around

with a hollow heart,

Love gave a new breath to my dying soul



So if anger knocks one more time

or if it ceases to be a tamed beast,

I know Love will be there 

and Love will never leave