Rince Wind - I use to write

I use to write,
crawl the vastness of my mind with words
creep into the valleys, soar the peaks
glide over the spasms, sprint across the fields
but now it seems someone has broken my pen
and there is this thin ink all over the floor
and I lay there with my hands and legs stained
I can't write anymore
I only smudge the walls I lean against
the ink has got in between my finger-nails
I stay up all night and dig deep to clean the stains but they won't go
guess this time someone else has written all over me...

Rince Wind

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