On Death's field

Bright surprise
In your eyes
Twilight trying to escape
this graveyard
where shards
of this life lay and
you can try but
it's all done
closing 'round the dimming sun

Memories meander
through those holes
in your soul
and you
sit and watch around
at all that's lost and found
And taste the sweet sweet pain
of death in your pockets

-Saakshi sharma