Poems · Uncategorized Running My Mouth, Running Aground July 14, 2017July 18, 2017 Christopher HickeyLeave a comment Ground rushing to meet me. Paralyzed, completely. Landing, with limbs in a pile. I lie here astounded. Aggrieved, but firm grounded. Resultant, of tempers gone wild. I challenged the alpha. Resenting his pallor. An offence, not worth the price. He finished me neatly. Upended repletely, With injuries requiring ice. Youth is a bastard. Increasing the hazard, Of making choices so poor. Next time I’ll give sway, To an alternate way. And my mouth, a locked door. Share this:TweetEmailPrintShare on TumblrPocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:TweetEmailPrintShare on TumblrPocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...