My last yearA Poem by Dylan Posthuma
My eyes go dark
My skin grows cold Now I watch as my life unfolds My childhood The teenage years Now I'm trapped in this box With these wheels and these gears Sirens grow closer Worried voices are clear If only I'd known This was my last year © 2013 Dylan Posthuma |
StatsAuthorDylan PosthumaMuskegon, MIAboutMy name is Dylan. I am kind of a nerd and I love to read and write. I express myself best through writing. Im pretty much an open book if you want to know anything just ask. more..Writing
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