Sulking all time,
Idle at nine,
Being trapped in my mind,
Do You want to know how I managed to pass through the quarantine?
When the head was hung low,
And the heart deemed the day was going all so slow,
The idea of writing was a thought that crossed in between my flow,
But what do I write was caught in my brow...
I stirred and gasped,
Thinking of all that I was being cast,
The things that they should've said,
The things that they should've done,
And all Those thoughts that illuminated my darkness aghast.
I knew how anxious my demons were to get out,
And the idle times of the quarantine, made it seem all so hard on especially, on us teens;
The ones who had been surviving by the extremes of distance..
CARE into the picture,
From those, who didn't and with those, who did for us
This lockdown seemed an apocalypse,
And was more of a daymare than the nights I had seen alone,
The friends whom I knew were felt off, as practicing a heart distancing,
For they were all fighting for their times alone,
The Love that was being pretended of around the world,
Seemed to reveal it true face, that was beyond my grasp,
I felt those tremors and my attacks tightened,
But do You know how I didn't give up?
I saw some of those dog feeders on insta,
Still lingering, tight on funds but never leaving those furries out on their own,
That gave me a smile every time I heard a furry bark.
Then I read the thought that said
''I am not afraid of the 1000 things you have practiced but I am afraid of the thing you have practiced a 1000 times''
That was the time my hunger was up,
I knew my writing was something of a tough stuff,
I felt my dark and wrote it all apart,
Passing through shadows I vowed to not break apart,
There was no hope,
But a wish that was determined,
Even if I die I won't cry,
I will show people how still try,
The broken me was a proof of how devastated could too sail, though without any hope.
I made a rough schedule,
And followed some of it through,
Cause moving even a bit,
Was better that staying steady in a shrewd.
Things improved,
A tinge of grass was there now to uphold,
Even though alone I had some crew to call my own,
That's some bit, of how I passed through my lockdown.