Brooding over me like a hawk

A sudden urge

With none an impromptu

Is this habit of acting on impulse

Something to provoke

Is all I need to act

With none a thought

Ideas not intact

I act on a sudden impulse

Whether wrong or right

I don't think of the consequences

This gets me into a situation tight

If there was something I could do

To change the damage caused

But nothing could pacify

The fitful words through so many ties I lost