TODAY MY MUSE IS ,

Dylan Marlais Thomas,
the neurotic poet.

"And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

-Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Marlais Thomas

"No one was standing,
But still they fought, they cried.
'Rage against the dying of light', he said.
What if it was never alive..
'It was, dearest. It was.',
He shook his head and mourned her demise.

-It Was, RueannCD

it doesn't sound like a poem..

Poets are ALWAYS neurotic,
aren't they?