My last year

My last year

A 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


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Added on October 24, 2013
Last Updated on October 27, 2013

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Dylan Posthuma
Dylan Posthuma

Muskegon, MI



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My 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..