The switch is off
a fuse is blown;
though what should show
is an esteemed glow...
Where'd it go?
Hesitation.
A wire tripped.
A second guess
and then I slip.
My lips,
my tongue,
my voice shakes too;
then beget stares
like, "Who are you?"
"Nobody worthy"
comes to conclude.
And within mind's depths,
there conflict broods.
In darkness, gloom.