Henry

We all have a story to tell and stories well tell ourselves...

Those eyes told a story, 

of fraught perils faced and mountains defeated. 

Hard chiseled gaze and stern features, 

spoke of a life of contempt for life, 

of those that had mistreated him, 

love that had failed him, 

friends that had betrayed him. 

No more words needed to say, 

everything had been said, 

so he sat in darkness of heart, 

darkness of mind, 

bitterness of soul.  

As a statue of calloused flesh and bone he sat unmoved, 

daring any to break his silent prayers to cruel memories, 

when all of a sudden he snapped out of it "Ping pong tiddly", 

he resonated in a low gruff grumbled voice.  

Another pint slid his way.

As he stewed and stank of the drink he guzzled, 

a tune was heard in the distance carried on the wind, 

winding into this angry souls heart, 

first one tear, 

than two, soon a torrential down pour, 

broken spirits brine, 

washed a hardened face,  

 faintly "Danny boy" played, 

haunting a troubled mind.  

With drinks paid  he trundled alone,

disappearing to be seen no more... 

Author's Note

Not sure it this is story or poetry....

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Poor lost Henry....life beat him down till he was no more.
"Danny Boy" is a great song.
I like this poem, you did a good job of letting us visualize and feel this character.
He touched our heart.

[Dave W.]

I don't know where the story would go I just wanted to capture a moment

[jacob erin-cilberto]

And you surely did that!