Maplespal

Then I write

I sit and reflect on the day each night,
add in music, pen paper and then I write.
Lots of crossed out words on the sheets,
crumpled balls laying surrounding my feet.
Unfinished thoughts missing lines of points,
painful wrist and elbow writing joints.
Then I move past the loss of dying ink,
lose my place and recapture my think,
then I write.