Jekyll and Hyde in the infirmary.

these white walls look bare
when seen from the bars of my hospital bed;
flowers, horses, waterfalls, meadows —
imprisoned in the black frames of stock photographs
these white walls already feel like home:
a prison for a brain, which itself imprisons the soul,
the smell of disinfecting alcohol our perfume.
I never got around to hating this place,
these white walls are my solace, you see
a canvas for endless ruminations on Eternity–
where Jekyll can sleep, and Hyde
can exhaust himself under medical supervision
until he fades away,
lying dormant for some other day.
people come and go, but I stay
until my allotted day;
but I always return.

people come and go, but they only stay
until their Allotted Day;
they shall never return.

I do not wish to go, I do not wish to go
please let me stay, please let me stay,
it will be but just a blink of Eternity’s eye
but one cannot stay forever, Hyde ruminates
one must take up arms against the sea of Eternity
and end it–

but these walls are white, bare and secure
when seen through the bars of my hospital bed.
Jekyll lies awake, terrified. but Hyde cannot end it.
but neither can the doctors end Hyde.