my daily routine.
+++++++++++++

I wake up..

and

snort

a line of verse,

(enough

to

ease the word-shakes.)

wonderin

if

i'm blessed or cursed.

(thoughts creating

earthquakes.)

love

watches timidly from

across

the dimlit room.

(never speaking)

as

i

soon devolve to 

a 

state

of Gloom.

(heart within me

tweaking.)

when

is 

enough enough to

satisfy?

will it ever

be

complete?

I shall 

be a poet

till

i 

DIE!

(and

long after probably.)