Poisonous Impulse Poem by Amanda Braccia

Contradicting emotions,
A poisonous potion.

Good on my right,
My left with a bad bite.

What to do?
Is it my cue?

I'm here for this feeling,
My protective skin is peeling.

Pressure! Pressure! It's near.
Hurry! Hurry! It's here.

Make the decision,
Without making division.

At a loss of thought,
My knowledge is street bought.

It is my nature,
Off goes my danger pager.

Telling me danger has arrived,
But needless to say, I feel deprived.

So what to do, the clock tics,
Confusion strikes, impulse hits.

What to do, to say,
What to want, no price to pay.

What a deal,
But feelings to feel.

One breath, old ways happen,
Here I go again, my poisonous passion.