ImpulseA Poem by TazdevilThis is my struggle every day.
I have an itch
An itch I want to scratch
I want to scratch it now
I don’t want to wait
My little voice says “no”
But my impulse says “yes”
I want to talk about it
But I can’t
Do I blurt because I want to?
Do I blurt because I need to?
Can I control this urge?
Can I control this disorder?
The little voice says
“Private”
I want to talk
I want to tell
My life is interesting
What is wrong with sharing?
My better judgement tells me
“You will get hurt again”
I must keep these impulses to myself
© 2008 Tazdevil |
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