Treasure Island

Joshua Dinkin

(March 8,1985 / Boca Raton, Florida)

Dying Eyes


In dying eyes I see it all—
The call to life’s long lonely end,
The recognition of a friend,
The bend and break before the fall.

In dying eyes the stars are gone,
The sun has set, the dream expires,
And singed amidst extinguished fires—
The skull, the bones, the skeleton.

In dying eyes the figments flee,
The pigments fade and disappear,
And softly in your dying ear,
You hear the dirge— death’s melody.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 23, 2013

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