Something Dark Nick Saba Poetry January 30, 2017March 5, 2017 0 Minutes Hole impenetrably dark descends over a land of light. Fear is fuel to this cloud we call nationalism. To fear its passing isn’t ignorance but rather heightened awareness to the preference of light and perils of darkness. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Nick Saba I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses. View all posts by Nick Saba Published January 30, 2017March 5, 2017
