go gentle

I lay down beside the monster
and closed my eyes.
I can’t remember if I raged
against the dying light or
simply slipped away.
I can’t remember when I
stopped fighting the darkness,
But my lungs are full of
smoke,
and the shadows have
teeth.
I’ve been asleep for so long
that I’ve forgotten what sunlight
tastes like.
I’ve been numb
for so long that I’ve
forgotten how to
feel.
I went gently
into the night
and
the monster held me close.
And perhaps
I didn’t want it to
let go.

By Ellen Vigus

A tribute to Dylan Thomas

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