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”
( comments )
 Bmirov   05/02

Awesome poem.