Newbiggin by the Sea Creative Writing Group

HIDDEN IN HYDE

Take these ashes and evil deeds,
Don’t get me wrong
I’m not looking for forgiveness,
I’m just looking for a slice of peace
Instead of a cut in the flesh,
And as I listen to the music of ice cracking in the whisky
I count the rainbows of black:
I wonder…is there a certain mystery hidden behind my smile?
Or an enigma that even I don’t have the answer for.
So what I’ve got to realise
And what I’ve got to accept is
There is a certain amount of hedonistic heroism?
Just under the surface of my skin. It waits.

I stretch at the truth and imagination
Until you can see straight through them
And maybe if I stretch my Hyde so thin
Then you could see the Jekyll within,
He will say,
“Don’t forget that I’m a professional freak, and I dare you to disprove it”
Hmff!
It’s all a matter of perspective,
You see,
There’s magic out there
If only we open our eyes
And sometimes when I
Think and speak and write
With this crude tone
I believe in the magic of our creative minds,
Even though my mind doesn’t solely belong to me.
Who is Hyde?
Who is Jekyll?
Who is the axis they revolve around?
All I know is there a far more questions than answers
And that I have dripped tears onto these pages I have wrote
So all that’s left to do is tear these pages in two.