blood and tears

a thousand times again i am confined
to doubt for i have not one claim to  peace
i spill my heart to summon life refined
will time remember me or will i cease
the old moon brings my weary mind to stray
with deep contentment on its ghostly face
while through it i begin to see the way
my senses take me to a lonely place
there is so little i've left to engrave
and yet so much that i wish i could know
i wonder if they'll see how much i gave
through cadency and beauty i would flow
there is no way to lessen all my fears
yet still i write and write through blood and tears