Can it be considered a curse?
to have found my muse,
yet the fact i write here may tell you
all that it needs to.

The days cold,
and the nights are lonely,
the food has grown molds,
waiting for you ,who is held closely

at deaths door i wish to wait
yet never do i step a foot,
atleast not for another decade,
because if not me who will create?
so lets boot, and play.