I sit and I think
Maybe while sipping a cool drink
Not just about anything
How am I going to make this poem sing
Which words will I use
To shock, sadden or amuse
What's going to be at the next line
.....
Is the poem to short or to long
Is it to dull or have the nature of a good song
Sometimes I think I should let me poems age
To let the ink dry on the page
Like a fine wine
And then a couple days later add the finishing line

First her heart is numb
Unable to comprehend whats just been done
And then she is no longer able to fake
The numbness transcending into a dull ache
Then she starts to run weak
And there is a redness growing in her cheek
Next the ache starts to grow
And tears start to flow
Her make-up smears
In the wetness of her tears
Lastly she cries out loud
Finally able to produce a sound