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
