Dismal

Dismal

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder

I feel dismal. In a moment's notice, I've grown gristled into an old gnarl of thistle. Pawning off my epistles, my life looks abysmal. My body's no longer chiseled, for I've been sitting too long in this swivel, touting conspiratorial drivel.

© 2018 Maxwell Ryder


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Well, you may feel dismal but you certainly made me laugh! Your 'conspiratorial drivel' is very entertaining. Nicely done. Write some more when you are feeling up to it! :)


Posted 6 Years Ago


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Maxwell Ryder

6 Years Ago

Thank you for the read Ironhorse. I am trying to feel better, and writing’s that way to feel bette.. read more
The Iron Horseman

6 Years Ago

You're most welcome. Yes, writing is both good therapy and fun! Keep it up.

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