No One Left to Call

What is “normal”
When the world has broken?
The power of music
Reveals love unspoken;
With shaking hands,
She reaches for him,
But the room is black,
All the stars gone dim.
Sleep is a trial;
Her self-defenses fall.
Churches loom in silence.
There’s no one left to call.

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Written for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 596 (normal trial hand broken star room music call shaking church black power).