Inspired Writing

This piece was inspired by something I had read or heard growing up that stuck with me and encouraged me when I wanted to give up on life, people, and everything in between. After further research, I learned it is a line from another poem. This piece is from a month and a half ago but reminded of it today and grateful for great art and poetry that inspires further art and poetry. The line, which is also the title of the poem, is "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night." Excuse the language.

DAMN!
FUCK!
MOTHERFUCKER!!
I can’t think of any other words to say right now that would explain the extent of what I’m feeling. 
Like the world is being torn apart limb from fucking limb. 
Like slaughtering a lamb wasn’t enough. 
Like I’ve been overlooked by the ones that truly count. 
Like I’ve dropped off the surface of the earth. 
Maybe people are right after all. 
THE EARTH IS FUCKING FLAT!! 
I’ve taken a flying leap. 
And now I’m ice cold in a vacuum of anguish. 
The world is heavy on my back. 
My feet won’t move. 
I’m cemented here watching three tornadoes and a hurricane approach me, 
while an earthquake is starting. 
I’m ready to put my soul into something. 
Let me possess the world. 
Let me make an item as magical as I am. 
Put me into an instrument or weapon. 
Make me as sharp as an axe and as powerful as a warhammer. 
Let me be as smooth as a flute or as chipper as a Uke. 
I’ve grown tired. 
This is my last wish before I’m lost and gone to the dark night into which I have raged till the final moment.