Do Not Go Gently (poem)

My soul is furious,

Restless,

Frustrated.

How could its shell,

Me,

Be so inactive?

How could a child of fire

Sit still,

And turn to ash?

Do not go gently!

Rage! Rage!

The light cannot die!

Burn forever,

Or fade!

Being turns to nothing.

Harness the rage

Of inability,

And turn the sky to fire once more!

-Zero