A Life in Quarantine
- Childish Blossom
- Sep 28, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Sep 30, 2020
Morning comes, sun is out;
Can I go out? Well, I doubt.
Flowers started to bloom,
But I'm still stuck in my room.
On the table, fruits and vegetables we prepared,
Because of pandemic, I felt empty; I’m scared.
I want to smell the freshness of nature and all,
But I can only see darkness, I’m afraid— I was only immune to the scent of alcohol.
I want to hug and kiss my parents' cheeks,
But virus has been here; we have to be careful, we're at risk.
I feel like I’m alone in an empty room with a killer outside, but I just want to go out!
I only want to be free! To bond with my friends and hangout!
But COVID is the real killer outside; the villain,
It made us stuck in this prison called quarantine;
Its like you have been stuck in a room with no light,
Where you're not certain if the killer stays outside, hoping it’s not at your left or right.
Some workers became useless,
But some teens were still careless;
Seeing nothing but only black; work no more,
Because anywhere isn't as safe as before.
The killer maybe there, outside; you shouldn’t go out for a walk;
Shouldn’t even visit your friend for a talk;
But like what I said, this quarantine is like a prison
We may be frightened, but we should act as a sensible person
It may sound hopeless when one of the prison's rule is;
The more you behave, the lesser time you'll spend here; stop being stubborn, just wait.
Just like in reality, you should take care, stay at home and wait patiently;
In this darkness, soon, lights will turn on and in this quarantine you will be free.
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