Diminishing #MondayBlogs

The horizon recedes
always too far
the distance does not shorten
though the time does
endless hours
fruitless pursuit
chasing the unreal
while expending breath
and heart
and energy
on each day’s diminishing
returns
the keyhole closes
the lung slams shut
and the heart takes
a final hero’s bow
a thumping rush
all wet blood and fear
as pain
closes the final curtain
waves roar
within the shells of our ears
as we crash with the tides
moonspun
cartwheeled bones
a watery tomb
waiting for the black night – Caroline A. Slee