A Solution Called Zero
I traded all I own to own me,
And now there's nothing to hold onto to hold me,
I made a friend out of my problems and it's got me wishing not to solve 'em,
So I should ask; is the solution to this as simple as the multiple of all zeros,
Like nothing at all could be a very simple type of something,
This feeling is grey and we all know what that means,
We are schooled in colours of black and white of which grey was found nameless,
So I become a little less or more each day, holding space as mine as if to say I am indeed a something.
Copyright © Rashidat Bodunrin | Year Posted 2021
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