Impulse Poem by ally jones

The sudden desire,
to reach for the gun.
Or the sheer desperation
that has only begun.

The crying pain,
to grab the blade.
It's the sudden action,
that will never fade.

Only in a second,
with one split emotion.
Only then could you truely do it.
Causing a commotion.

To pop all those pills
or to be poison drunk.
Triggering your sadness,
to send you in that funk.

To overdose on drugs
or to hang yourself down,
can only be caused by one thing
as you slowly start to drown.

When you later regret it,
thinking it was all false.
But it will soon come again.

The actions brought by impluse.