We are living our lives around Microsoft Teams,
Waiting for assignments to be posted,
Wishing it were our dreams
That this chaos was hosted
We miss our friends,
We miss our teachers.
Never thought we would say the words
“I miss school bleachers.”
It has been three weeks.
I’m already going insane
From each and every squeak
That escapes my brain.
Target runs,
Starbucks cups,
It’s all in crumbs.
I can’t even buy new makeups.
“Death by Quarantine”
Will read the front page
If I don’t get to see my choir team
Upon that school stage.
I don’t miss school.
I don’t mind staying home.
But this time is cruel.
I can’t even roam.
Everything is canceled.
No more fun.
All I do is give homework answers
I still don’t have done.
I may never see some friends again.
And if that’s so,
It is that fate I will curse against
And let my tears flow.