Little Terrors (6) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Little Terrors (6)



The memory of fear
Fear, my silent pendulum,
Comes and goes among the mine-fields of the hours:
An old nomad in the no-man’s-land of my soul.

Monday, January 2, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: old,fear,memory
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