I'd like to start off by stating that I was required to use the same metaphor in the opening line. So, if you read my first poem, that is the one line that is the same. The theme is also like it (also required), but I feel this is my best one so far. Let me know what you think.
Circuit Fingers
FFR is a circuit of the fingers.
There's a spark of excitement within every arrow.
In the air, the smell of anticipation lingers.
Jolts of suspense flow from head to toe.
You place your hands upon the board
And send shocks up even to the Lord
Who, to you, sends every bolt to follow.
FFR is a flickering light
And every Miss brings the dark.
Failure switches day into night,
The lack of light leaving its mark
Until your taps match the 'rows
And by your score it shows
That you're no dog without a bark.
FFR is an overloaded fuse.
Far too many arrows at once.
But mashing you have to refuse.
No, you've not been doing that for months.
Too bad it's all been for naught,
As you've missed quite a lot
And you're left 'lone in the dark like a dunce.
FFR is lights out at the rehab center.
You've missed not a meeting and think you're all better.
You walk out the door, 'specting to never re-enter.
But when you get home and see your new board, shining every letter,
You realize you thought your addiction's done,
But it has only just begun.
By night you're back to it, more addicted than ever.
FFR is a circuit of the fingers.
There's a spark of excitement within every arrow.
In the air, the smell of anticipation lingers.
Jolts of suspense flow from head to toe.
You place your hands upon the board
And send shocks up even to the Lord
Who, to you, sends every bolt to follow.
FFR is a flickering light
And every Miss brings the dark.
Failure switches day into night,
The lack of light leaving its mark
Until your taps match the 'rows
And by your score it shows
That you're no dog without a bark.
FFR is an overloaded fuse.
Far too many arrows at once.
But mashing you have to refuse.
No, you've not been doing that for months.
Too bad it's all been for naught,
As you've missed quite a lot
And you're left 'lone in the dark like a dunce.
FFR is lights out at the rehab center.
You've missed not a meeting and think you're all better.
You walk out the door, 'specting to never re-enter.
But when you get home and see your new board, shining every letter,
You realize you thought your addiction's done,
But it has only just begun.
By night you're back to it, more addicted than ever.
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