An ode to Anger and the Mind that created it

The Dark recesses of the mind reek,
Of the overpowering vitriolic odour of Anger;
An anger deeper than the Oceans,
Anger at having been relegated to,
The status of a non-entity.

Anger so potent that it can burn the Mind down,
And with it, what houses it.
Anger knows no distinction between the good and bad,
For it, it makes no difference,
They are all the same, the same common enemy.

The Mind that bore Anger in its poisonous womb,
Regrets not, bearing its dreadful child.
It takes pride instead, in the fact that it too is not spared,
By the horrendous destruction brought about, for it knows:
What its child wreaks is but what it wreaks, upon itself and upon everything else.

-complexvanilla aka Prashanth Dwarakanath Chengi