Fading

A sestina I wrote out of...Boredom?

Fading

It hurts to breathe.
I can feel the ice in my blood
As I gaze up at the pale moon
And think about the one I love,
Waiting for my end
When I will be relieved of my pain.

It's almost unbearable, this pain,
And every time I try to breathe,
I feel like I'm closer to my end
As I watch the pool of my blood
And cry for the one I love,
Gazing up at the ever-beautiful moon.

I tear my gaze from the glow of the moon,
Biting my lip to distract myself from the pain
And to get my mind off my dearest love.
I try so hard to breathe
Only to choke on the blood
That tells me I'm close to the end.

I'm praying that it will come soon, my end.
I can feel the light of the moon,
Warming my blood
And taking away all of the pain.
It's becoming harder and harder to breathe
And I want to save the last for my love.

I never thought I would believe in love,
Just as I never thought that any of this would end.
I find it pointless to try to breathe
Though I continue as I gaze back up at the blue moon
And try to ignore the pain.
I move my hand through the pool of blood.

It's very sticky, my blood,
And I think about the thoughts of my love
As I can feel the pain
Coming to it's very end.
I think of her smile, beautiful as the moon
And I finally cannot breathe

Breathe one last time as the blood runs cold.
Moon, oh beautiful moon, give my regards to my love.
End my misery and finally take away the pain.

Author's Note

It's a bit cryptic, don't you think?

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

This is really some intense work... the sorrow and bitterness of lost love bringing someone to drastic measures... I think the use of the moon is cleaver as it can be representing the intense and powerful love that will soon fade out when a new day dawns. Needless to say a great poem.