Jekyll and Hyde

inspired by The Green Mile

He was a Hyde in appearance:

One of those beast that

Always catches the corners of the newspaper

Under stories of

Dispair, death, and darkest desire

                And dankness of prison cells—

                Calling for a wisp of the fresh air

And a return to the life

Of paying the bus fare—

                He had never imagined

                That he would miss

                Paying the bus fare.

 

But he was a Hyde in appearance,

And Hydes are not looked for

To decorate the streets

For meet-and-greets.

 

So he sat there,

In his cell,

Pretending when it was all over

That it was not so bad,

That it was well.

 

So he sat there,

Picture of the dead under his pillow—

The one for which he’d give his head—

Weeping that he could not save

The one that

Every Sunday

A smile gave

To he, who was the Hyde

With a hidden Jekyll inside.

 

Reviews

[Dressed in Poetry]

Snap. I like the last lines:
"To he, who was the Hyde
With a hidden Jekyll inside."
Very neat.