Period. The end.
Nothing more for you to see,
but a small dot of finality.
Life moves further; on and on,
but, for this moment, all is gone;
A brief reprieve; a thought withdrawn.
A space in time, devoid of word;
A simple dot in a curved-letter world:
Straightforward - refusing curl or twirl.
A simple end; there's nothing more...
Life pauses, takes a brief reprieve,
A small dot of breath, then... finality.
Line Count: Twelve Lines.
Form: None; just came out this way...
Written On: August 27, 2010
Written For: "Invalid Item" by A Guest Visitor
Prompt: Write a poem with a title that's a punctuation mark.
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