By Jacob Tatum
Quarantine was not my dream.
I should be at school, since it is the spring.
I know it’s the right thing to do, but it still feels wrong.
I can hear the birds singing outside, but they don’t know what’s wrong.
I hope and pray quarantine doesn’t last too long.
My house is where I have to be.
I have a glimpse of what it’s like to be in prison;
No end in sight and my thoughts race all night.
Waiting for the day things will be alright.
So I can go back to my old life.
Why do I keep waking up in the middle of the night?
I try to sleep right but my mind always fights:
This isn’t where I should be.
I should be back in MD,
Just my friends and me.
They all say we are in the same boat,
That’s no way to quarantine.
We are all just trying to get through this thing,
By effective social distancing.
My dog loves it.
He seems so happy,
having a friend to hang with every day,
He trots and plays,
Probably wondering why I am home all day.
The media spits out content.
It’s never positive, but what else is on?
Sports are gone.
All we can do as society is hang on,
And wait for the day the coronavirus is gone.