I Won'T Go Gentle Into The Good Night (Becoming Blind) Poem by Dominic George

Shhh! The doctor is talking to the nurse again!
Let me hear the things they'll tell to my family
On the subject of me and my potential to successfully
Lose the sight I tried to defend.

In this murkiness of mind
Aid me to be free from the mud
I deserve to know the truth
If I'd never again see a tooth

But know that I won't take it easy
The words of doctors and nurses on my course
No matter how polite is your way of telling me,
I'd hear only the sound of vomit and it's gross!

Tell me not of such heroes
Whose names engraved in history
Who flourished in times of adversity
The blind men and women success stories

I'll perceive insult and lack of understanding
Listen! How can you expect me to accept?
I, who love colors, may never again see a painting?
No! I refuse to lose my sight! Doctor, I will fight!

Ask me how I'm coping
And you'll hear my laughter
Ask my spirit how it's doing
It will cry "my rage is on fire! "

I want to see
I again will see
I will always see
As you'd eventually see