There is a man

A man that lives one block away from me

I call him "The scary neighbor man"

But he calls himself "Johnny"

He always visits me

Mostly it's for a band-aid

I don't understand him but he seems very nice

He tells me to stay away from strangers

But I think he never knew

That he was stranger than anybody

But that was the past

A very long past

Today I went to the asylum

Where he was kept

In room 777

In the strait-jacket covered in tears

I looked at man

Blue hair

Dark mysterious eyes

And a long skinny body

The doctor opened door as stood there looking at man

Who is still my scary friend

I heard him sniffle he was crying

I went inside, the doctor left me

Good, I wanted to be alone with him

As I went closer to my scary friend

I held him, actually he held me

I lifted his arms so he could put his arms around me

I looked at him face all puffed from crying

Eyes red from lack of love

He looked at me he smiled

As I held him in my arms as he cried like a child who lost their mother

I caress his cheek telling him it was going to be alright

When time was up I hugged him one last time before leaving

I told him that I'd release him someday

And I did

He's very kind and clean he's still scary sometimes

But at least he knows he not alone

That I'll always watch him

No, he's not my son

And no, he's not my boyfriend

I care because he was lonely

I love him dearly

I'll help him, I'll try

Don't ask why

He might be weird

And he might take your money

But he's my love

And my scary friend

But never tell him this

That he's my melancholy maniac

By Victoria Hasbun

P.S. This poem was written for the sake of others for people today don't understand

That other people are having problems that can't be solved with just silly science

So please answer this poem

Please help someone today maybe in prayers or in song

This way God could help those people to solve their problems with God's

Saving grace

Thank you