Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde
unleashed by use of potion
as swift as light
as evenings cloak
a wrecking ball in motion
of skin and flesh
a heart so dark
devoid of all emotion
it’s midnights grip
from which I hide
and seek to cure
this strange compulsion
like many men
before my time
who tried to rid the notion
of good and evil
within one mind
a harlequin commotion
where in the end
come banging fists
as silent screams approach him
to slay the monster
from within
the cure his own expulsion
and in plain clothes
lay to rest
Hyde in Jekyll’s clothing.
Omgosh! I love this soooooooo much!
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Glad you enjoyed it Janine. Makes my day a little lighter, keep up!
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I like the poem.
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Thanks for reading and saying so Shirley. Keep Up!
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You are welcome!
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We are all composed of different sides of our personalities depending on the situation and the players involved. At any given time you can shout, “This is the moment…”
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Looooove the harlequin line… but Im biased 😊
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Love, love , love this!!
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Nice one!
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Thank you.
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Love it!!
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I love that you love it, thank you! Keep up!
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