Poetry

Lockdown

This is a Shakespearean sonnet about lockdown during Covid. When asked about our experiences of lockdown, I recalled how mine were not the best. 

I live in a bungalow with my parents and younger sister. I share a room with my sister and have since she was born. All the doors in my house are glass, so there's no privacy at all. Also, when lockdown happened, me, my sister and my mother all had to work from home, (my mom is the breadwinner and my dad is the one who stays at home, and he's no Richard Watterson, he practically runs the house), but we all had to do it in one room, with one table each. 

I had both an iPad and a computer to work and do Teams, as well as a bunch of folders for three different subjects, so the table was pretty crowded. Also, it was noisy as sh*t, there was mom in a bunch of meetings with work without headphones, my sister in her classes also without headphones so there was so much f*cking noise. Meanwhile I had my AirPods running low on me and my microphone constantly off because I tried to not be too noisy for them. My English teacher asked me to put my microphone on one day and I did for a second and she was understanding about why I didn't thankfully. 

For me, lockdown was hell, and I decided to put that into a poem. 

(Also, I will admit, the volta is something I do not do and have never done, it was more to show how it's affected everyone)

Being trapped with family never ends well,

Ripping at each others throats all day long,

This is truly my idea of hell.

This virus is stringing us all along.

We're crammed all together; no room to breathe,

Noise. So much noise. Too much noise. Help me, please.

It makes me so mad, with anger I seethe,

This noise is worse than a storm on the seas.

Is it for work or for school? - I don't know,

It's too much, feel like I can't even try.

Outside; the only place I want to go,

In this house, I feel like I might just die.

Well that is what I was going to say,

Alone at work, behind a mask every day.