A dot ends a statement
But this was where I started
From a dot, to a line, to a shape
To letters I soon hated
The A's that built my words
To Z's, I found the swords
Stabbing the heart of my own
Aching, from the meanings it shown
How I wish I could use these weapons
To kill others' nasty opinions
But with the dot they put as they speak
They made a point, made me weak
With the single dot I started, but I never used to end
I wrote only a dot, no words to commend
The sound it makes is called silence
The loudest point to adress your pretense.