No One Left to Call

Woman phone text bed night

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.

©️2023 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.

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

13 responses to “No One Left to Call

  1. A sad poem, loneness is tough.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. This poem is so sad, but it is true.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I so understand these words. So good

    Liked by 1 person

  4. So sad, but beautiful, Paula. 💙

    Liked by 1 person