Form: Collins Sestet
Each night I look upon the moon with hope,
Before I scuttle down life's endless slope,
I beg the will to live another day,
To touch the dream of love another way,
But as I look towards the night-time sky
The rain absorbs the tears I'm left to cry.
If only I could breathe the air again,
Each breath ignites the raging flames of pain
Yet dares my heart to stand and proudly fight
So that my soul may know the way of light,
But as I look towards the night-time sky
The rain absorbs the tears I'm left to cry.
Yet now I yield to empty hands of fate,
My heart is lost; forever came too late,
The price of death again remains unpaid,
And still I breathe, unclaimed by reaper’s blade,
But as I look towards the night-time sky
The rain absorbs the tears I'm left to cry
©JGFarmer2011
A Garret Poet 