LOCKDOWN

It isn't a refuge for everybody
Truth that mustn't be told
However, my room witnessed it all.

Don't touch me, I beseeched. Forlorn.
That dust savored my youth
Nothing left, even my hope.

Those arms were sturdy and strong,
A moppet like me couldn't slinked off.
I'm no longer pure, a ruined aperture.

I fought all the egoistic thoughts,
Cause who am I to be heard?
Everything's troubled because of this rare occurrence.

Swear, this isn't the same for everybody.
We all have distinct storie,
Brought by this eventful twenty-twenty.
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