Bewitching

Absolutely zilch. 
Sometimes you feel- 
nothing moves. 

Coming out of 
remorse, there was no 
confronting power- 

to reason. Even 
time freezes in your pen, 
ink evaporates. 

The blues, become 
a sacred cove, where 
a lake would take birth. 

And a speaking 
pain will embrace your 
sinking boat.