The Dying

I look to the horizon.
So far.
A million miles to the sun.
A million miles to hope.

Time slows to a stop.
So long.
A million smiles to the end.
A million smiles to go.

The ground beneath buckles.
Truth hurts.
I reach out for the aide of another.
I reach out and find ether.

I close my eyes tight.
Can't see.
Won't see it coming.
Won't see it now.

The horizon so far. So damn far.
Quicksand.
So long to die.
So damn long.