Letter to Coronavirus

 

Dear coronavirus,

Tomorrow, today or yesterday,

I'll feel, feel or felt the same way.

Mind don't know where,

But eyes on the computer screen here.

Hands stuck between typing and writing,

Legs in need of walking.

Bingeing Netflix which used o be fun,

Now I am bored and done.

Chemical equations, Physics problems and Maths formulae which I didn't like:

Now kind of interests me.

Just tell us goodbye

So we can live less of working holiday life.

Yours sincerely,

Your indirect victim,

High Schooler.

Dated: April of 2020