Is this the way a toy feelsA Poem by Dylan Posthuma
My breath comes out in gasps,
my vision is tunneled. My energy drained. I wonder, Is this the way a toy feels When its batteries run dry? My heart beat slows, My pulse is weak. I wonder, Is this the way a toy feels When its batteries run dry? Everything goes dark, I am bathed in silence. Serenity, sanctuary. I wonder, Is this the way a toy feels When its batteries run dry? My heart stops beating. My last breath escapes. I am a toy My batteries just ran dry © 2013 Dylan Posthuma |
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Dylan 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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