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