Is a word bound
A word lost

And sentence stopped,
By a little dot.
Blank?

And is it now not free?

Damn those little things
Those tiny marks we make

Or do we?

They can make you
Stop. Or go?
They do.

But words without them
They can run and frolic free
Sprint and twist their way around
With energy and power released

Whichever way you write,
It is poetry through and through
I'm not the one to tell,

Just a guide