Something Dark

Poetry 1 Minute

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.

 

 

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.

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