Nothing

When it’s dawn
& it dawns upon
You the
Magnitude
The responsibility
Of the morning

Nothing
Is nothing
We’re just
Taught
Nothing
Is always
Awful

When it’s not

Fortnights
Of revolution
In cycles
Obliterating
This disaster
Politic

We never underestimate
The small things

In time
That’s where
The underground
Makes their way

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: poem for day 9 of a month of poetry 2021


Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


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