Doctor Jekyll, a poem

As I turn into a monster,

I feel the agony of my

Bones being broken and expanded.

My heart pounds and veins split.

Twist and turn goes my spine and there is

Immense pain.

Burning within, I feel a fire ready to

Burst.

The Devil is unleashed and he

Calls himself: Mr. Hyde.

All of his anger

Appeals to my soul, and it won’t 

Subside. Losing the battle, 

I have become him; we are

One; I was myself, but now 

I am Mr. Hyde.

Drowning inside, he wants to

Play. I feel monstrous. 

I am an infant under his power.

His nocturnal needs become incarnate, and call out to me; I felt pain. 

I feel animosity.