Poetry 'n Prose

Old Acquaintances

I met a man today

I remembered him from old

he tells me he is manic

as he shakes

my hand

I feel his grip,

its strong, masculine and firm

I stood there shaking too


I remembered

his pain distinctly 

the nights when cigarettes

burned down in his fingers.

he knew about it,

but he did not respond to it.

a kind of chaos set in

as I looked around

I was terrified,

that this person who had come this far

was about to expire.


Then he says to me again

“I’m manic, but manics tell the truth too”

curious as to what was coming

relieved by his smile

I nodded

I embraced him

the man is courageous  

being himself

true to himself

this man is a friend of mine.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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