There are holes inside us
where hope used to be,
where we hid dreams
from those who would take them.
I sat on the floor
listening to Minor Threat
on a struggling cassette player.
I carried the music with me
like a secret heartbeat.
~ Bucky Sinister
“All Blacked Out & Nowhere to Go”
“All Blacked Out & Nowhere to Go”
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Bmirov 05/02
Awesome poem.
