Questioning my presence, seeking a love to embroil

The moon rises high, casting its pale light, Yet my soul remains shrouded in endless night I toss and turn, unable to find respite, Its memory lingers, my constant despot Savage feelings leave me in full dread, Haunting; my mind, refusing to depart Its presence, a constant in my head, Consuming my thoughts, tearing me apart Tossing and turning, sleep evades my bed, What will muse me, wherever shall I start? Emotions run wild, I want my heart filled with love instead... Is the "Sestina" a correct vessel for my plight? Expressing the turmoil that fills my heart Savage feelings, a tempest I can not fight, Leaving me in a state of constant dread The Sestina's form, a challenge, I desire to embrace Crafting words to capture this tormented state Six ending lines, a pattern I must find a way to grace, As I grapple with this unrelenting fate Dread and longing, a constant in my life, Trapped in a spinning cyclone of rife... The words flow, a torrent of raw emotion, Capturing the depths of my darkest inner turmoil Trapped in a cycle of endless devotion, Questioning my presence, seeking a love to embroil The Sestina's structure, a picture perfect fit, Allowing me to pour my beating soul into it Each line, a reflection of my anguished state, Painting a picture of this tormented fate Savage feelings, a burden I can not abate, As I yearn for relief, I contemplate The Sestina's way, a semblance for my pain, Allowing me to express what I can not contain Dread and longing, a constant refrain, As I struggle to break free from this life's heavy chain...