Johnny Rhinem Poet I do not know?

Jekyll and Hyde

His infant's recurring childhood dreams...
Nightmares while running through the streets
Pitch black her sky; these fields their scenes ?
Half a century passed still turning pages to his haunting's
Truth foreboding it's images ? Silhouetted, of silent screams
Standing at life's window, Prophetic, and a baby's tears crying..
In retro these revelations but no one could hear ? Gazing into this glass.

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Debbie Duncan September 17, 2013 at 10:50 AM Love these words,,,, this reads like a great movie/ book , like the new series " Sleepy Hollow ;}

Kelly Deschler August 29, 2013 at 5:01 PM I love this poem! It is true for many of us that we have two sides to ourselves. One outside that the world perceives as being our true self, and one inside that is hidden from the world, which is who we really are. Really great poetry, John, I enjoy reading your fine work! You might like my new poem titled, "Lonely Soul".