Angry, Im sure I am

Blank as this word document,
how restless do I feel,
but as I keep writing,
Does the vanity really kneel?

The things that I was sure of,
Its no more a reality,
I wonder, the conviction that I had,
Even gambled my practicality.

I’m still ready to take a chance,
Cos I know I’m so into it,
But what can one do,
If madness rules over wit.

Angry Im sure I am,
Over the crusade that I go on,
I wish the Pandora’s Box,
Had never let out ego at dawn.

From wrath to anger to disappointment,
It surely is at a downstream phase,
With tears and time perhaps,
Life may very well appraise.

I was curious to touch the screen,
To check if it was boiling hot,
Its absorbing the heat and fire,
Off my mind and fingers giving it a shot.

I know its all for me that’s been done,
But skipping emotions is not a choice,
Righteous indignation is what we go through,
A dead end and nothing else will approach with poise.

The anger shall subside and read in hush-
Its never too late you’re welcome home,
Waiting since then, exactly how you left behind,
Only if you think its your very own.