Within each one of us

Within each one of us
Buried deep under
Lurks an unknown
Not to be disturbed
Let Mr. Hyde sleep
To preserve our
Veneer of civility
World is better off
Without our inhumanity
Burdening it with
Collective insanity

Secrets of Mr. Hyde

I search my soul in vain
For the secrets of Mr. Hyde
Hiding deep inside
He makes his moves
Waiting for the darkness
Ready to fry my brain
Thoughts repulsive
Tie my limbs, I can
But the mind digress
Did Satan corrupt Eve
Or God impregnated us
With duality
Forbidden fruit or necter
As night goes, daybreak
Evil will pass
Goodness reign

This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s November Yeats Challenge day Two