At Home At War

Last December, I declared that 2020 was going to be my year.
But just the first quarter, has me overwhelmed with fear.

Staying at home, "forced introversion" seems like a difficult task.
Then going out, I'm afraid I might suffocate in my face mask.

I'm running out of food supplies and I really can't stay inside any longer.
Because if the virus don't kill me outside, then I may die indoors from hunger.

I'm social distancing and expecting nobody to come knocking on my door.
Because to defeat this virus, I need to be at home yet at war


This poem above was written for a poetry competition after lockdown, I came in first place but didn't get my prize. Also note that it was capped at 100 words maximum and I the original was 99 words. Such accuracy 😅

References (Example)

[1] Jude Umoren, 'At Home at War' (online, 2021) https://judeumoren.blogspot.com/2021/01/at-home-at-war.html?m=1.