The Anger Takes Over

Author's note: This poem is written as Hyde's anger takes over. In Jekyll and Hyde it was obvious Hyde was evil and angry so I wrote my final poem about anger and the affects it has on us. In the end there is no cure for anger and it will slowly kill us. At the end there is hope for Baptism and new life, but the anger always finds a way so that's why the blood drowned me in the poem.

Anger flames up inside

Monsters burn my soul

Control blows away in the wind

Madness sets in

The storm starts to thrash

I slip into the dark corners of my mind

The darkness swallows me whole

The light proclaims my flaws

Sorrow strangles my throat

Screams suffocate my voice

Mirrors contort my body

Death beckons me closer

So on fire

So close to hell

When I see water appear

The deep sea has come to save me

I run towards the new life I am about to receive

Plunge into the gift of my renewal

But with a sudden burst into the pool

I realize I have immersed myself into blood

It suffocates me and takes my breath from my lungs

It squeezes my body & pushes me down

Drowning me further and further

Until I am at the bottom of the darkness with no way up

And there I lay until death sweeps my life out from under me

There is no escape; anger always finds a way

Silence is the most powerful scream

Author's note: Silence was one of the major motifs in Jekyll and Hyde. From Utterson not wanting to say to much about the strange events happening to no one being able to describe Hyde, silence comes up a lot. I took that motif and turned it into a thought provoking poem (well at least I think it is). This poem does not have a clear plot with an actual event taking place, it is just an idea crafted into a story. I used opposites in this such as: fills and emptiness, expresses and blanky, and existence and nothing. I also used alliteration throughout this poem with the letter S. This one was my favorite post to write because it is partially unclear but at the same time easy to understand.

Sheltered inside my hollow skin

I hide from the light of the truth

Screaming, thrashing, destroying the pain

My sanity saved by the silent rain

Tears streaming down my face

The shadows of fear take over

The language of my seclusion pours out

and stillness strengthens my ways

I can hear no one, not even myself

Yet the conversation so profound

Speaking from my heart not from my mouth

The silence fills my lungs and I breathe out

It fills the room with emptiness

It expresses the world so blankly

The silence existing as nothing

Nothing but nakedness in the dark

Breaking out of my shell

Hear the unspoken truth

The darkness lifts

The light shines through

The world awakens from its sleep

Only to find there is no way out

The dead air slowly suffocating

The silent scream lasts for eternity

One day but not today

Author's note: This response was inspired by this passage from Chapter 7: "The middle one of the three windows was half-way open; and sitting close beside it, taking the air with infinite sadness of mien, like some disconsolate prisoner, Utterson saw Dr. Jekyll." When I read this quote I thought of the desire to be free and being a prisoner to evil to the day we die. In my poem I try to portray that only death has the power to truly set us free.

Every day she looks out the window

Every day she cries

Every day she is a prisoner trapped inside

She wants to be one of them

Playing and free

Instead she looks out longingly

The world passes her by

She wants to be involved

She wants to change humanity

But that dream quickly dissolves

She is trapped behind the glass

Never to be free

She touches the window sadly

And wishes she could flee

She is protected from all evil

She will never get hurt

Her life will be perfect

But perfect covered in dirt

She wants to commit sin

Come in contact with evil

Feel it rush through her veins

And gain power through her struggle

One day, but not today

Green grass blowing
Flowers swaying

Children running

Sun shining:

This is where she belongs

One day, but not today

Cold gray brick

Dreary pale drapes

Hard concrete floor

One tiny window of hope:

This is where she is

A captive to goodness

A hostage to hope

A prisoner to belief

A criminal to morality

A part of her knows she is never getting out

She is chained to the misery

But she refuses to let it take her over

That is the true evil in the world

Giving in, giving up

Letting suffering ruin a beautiful life

She will not fall victim to this evil

She wants to fall victim to the evils of the world

The ones that tell her she is free

The ones that she will fight
The ones that she will change

One day, but not today

Day after day she tells herself these things

Until her whole life has passed her by

The world falling right from her reach

The light fading from the sky

She looks out the window one last time and smiles

She knows that all that she’s ever wanted awaits her

She closes her eyes and she is there

Finally out

Finally allowed to be

The chains come off and she is free

Dead

Author's note: When reading certain parts of Jekyll and Hyde I just feel off. I wanted to go off of not feeling quite right in this poem. I took the ideas of eyes, the faceless dream, and the girl screaming in the road after Hyde trampled her, and put them into this poem. It's supposed to make the reader feel wierd because it doesn't really make sense. It's sopposed to be evil taking over, but in a calming way...it's hard to explain. But overall, I just wanted to make people think about who they are and what life is.

Trudging down the murky road

Life pauses before my feet

The fog entraps me in a sweet lull

The shadows trick me in defeat

They take away my sight

My viewpoint of the world

They steal my difference

My only identity is: girl

                                                   

Panicked, I rub my eyes

But nothing but black stares back at me

I feel my face turn to dirt

And slip through my fingers to become one with the Earth

I hear whispers booming at me from every direction

Swaddling me in a blanket of evil

They soak through the shelter that was once my protective cloak

Mocking me and my deepest insecurity

One murmur comes so close

Its low growl drums through my body

It gets inside my head, too strong for me to keep out

It takes control over my mind

And then my heart

This sinful spirit has complete power over my whole being

I tell myself I am no one

I don’t matter to the world;

I don’t matter to anyone

We are all the same, humans I mean

We are born, we sin, we die

I have no soul

I have no holy spirit to keep me full

I am just a mere clone of everyone on this Earth

Faceless, nameless, emotionless

I whip my body around in the direction of a scream

So bloodcurdling to the ear

But I can’t see who needs my help

I run towards them

Faster

Faster

Faster

Until…

I stop dead in my tracks

The cry is everywhere

The cry is my own

I am the one who needs help

I drop to my knees as I realize:

I. am. meaningless.

I don’t feel anything

Not pain

Not sorrow

Not loneliness

Not emptiness

Nothing

Because I am dead

I have been since I was born