Headphones

Homeless stars crying in the dark sky
The lonely pain screams in the sympathetic night
I lay myself down
On the concrete inside the shell of being proud

The dusts are waiting in the colourful shadow under the light from a kind lamp
They are looking for a girl in blue
When the shadow is gone
The dusts move away to find another shadow to wait in

I pressed the hopeful triangle on the screen
Then put him close to my ears
Shiny music lights up the candle in my heart

I hear nostalgia keeps playing in my brain
Singing the song of the good old future
The unexpected excitement blooms in my mind
Bring me back to the hometown far away

I smell my favourite tomato soup made by my grandfather
I saw my parents smiling at my achievement

I put him down and walk out of the small shell I made by myself
The sound of the memory defeats the desperate mind
He finished his mission of bringing happiness to my life

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This poem was awarded People's Choice (Secondary) for Poetry Object 2019