Walking a rope Above pools of regret Patchwork scabs Lends proof of missteps Festering sores Seep through my eyes Threaten a tempest From memory's ride A day that was bright Now lost in the dark Echoes the pain With stifling loss Nets of tissue Wearing quite thin Strength's projection Slipping again Lurking in shadows Under the haze A spirit of sorrow Mirrors the brave mr_alleycat
Mr Alleycat strikes again, with uncommon uses for metaphores. I enjoyed this, as I enjoy most of your poems.
