Sadness

Sadness by stina lu Full-head of black hair fragile as they are A few have been forced into white As innocent as the wronged Dou Er More are torn by time Saddly lying on the ground Longer and Longer they cling to the scalp greasy and crooked like the middle-aged men They subject to the fate's despotic power and smile at every cold face No more want I to comb them gently I scratch them with my hand full of gel Yell at them Like waking up a bunch of lazy kids Attention At ease The active ones are cut into a thick bang to cover the more empty forehead to show the false prosperity Before going to bed every night I unconsciously pick up the mop Looking for their traces I will not miss every nook and cranny Nor will I give up a tiny wisp of lost soul Gather them around Wrap them with clean white paper To mourn and bid farewell to a part of me 2017.11.16