My Bad Temper

My Bad Temper
whirling around,
to  square off its own needs
found a prey.

Scolded till ears get deaf,
till my temper got evaporated,
found myself relived of bad mood.

No time feeling of guilt smiled at me,
 it is doubly painful
on realizing
to whom I hooked,
were not my choice.

Words once throw
can't be retrieved,
yet the bad temper,
tempted to do the Adam's sin
and I lost Paradise Lost
repent  and regret
whirling around
to fill the vacuum that
I bore of my bad temper.