Metaphor/Simile Poem

A widow aging all alone
Lonely cold and grey
Veins running thin beneath the skin
Speak of better days
Within her heart lie memories
A phobia of the dark
Of she, herself, a child once
Playing carelessly at the park.
An aspiring actress
Singing like a siren, drawing down ships
An incurable man, suffering
Like a guilty conscience
Like a preist before the Apocalypse
A drunkard in the morning streets
Drinking his sorrows away
Stumbling like a clown
Generate the energy
To make the world go 'round.