Cooped up in my humble abode and privacy unheard of before and now. The friction of my shoes emerged to undesirable friction of my four walls. Ratcheting up of worries about my future, I pondered when would this pandemic end. My predicament sent me reeling so I convinced myself to juxtapose with countries reeling. A short joy on the end of my collegiate life soon accounted to the fueled uncertainties of the job market. Success used to be landing a remunerative job but now they said, landing any job would be a blessing. What about my dreams? They ought to cease to exist. It is no longer about dreams. It is about being alive. My demise, the demise of an industry, the demise of a country and the demise of the world. The ghastly truth of how my simple action of staying at home would impact the safe havens of many. A true test to my character in avoidance of getting positive from the test of COVID-19.
For I know I am not alone.
A poem I came up with as the world fight COVID-19, specially dedicated to people who find themselves in shambles due to the pandemic.