A poignant sense of regret,
keenly felt to the core of my being.
Eliciting archaic emotions,
evoking a corrupt heart.
Summoning the latent potential
of all that is evil within.
Tempting rage,
my vehement desire to lash out.
Feelings of hostility,
my displeasing vexation.
Delicate, even fragile sensitivities,
accompanied by shattered sensibilities.
An inability to appreciate.
Unable to respond to aesthetic influences.
Grudging spite,
with offending annoyance.
An intensive force,
influencing my restricted control.
Giving cause for regret,
for guilt filled remorse.
Oh yes,
I know anger.
