The staring daggers-
The Seething rage-
An ember from which passion thrives;
You feel your blood boil,
And the world turns red:
How that hatred begs to control you;
You stop to think
Just for a moment;
A decision -a choice- must be made;
That ugly Hatred,
Dyed in crimson:
Is it really worth the whole of your Life?
Decades of Happiness-
Is this moment of Hatred really worth all that?
You step back,
Let that hatred go,
and let it only steal a minute of your Time.