#WritcoPoemChallenge
Tick tock goes the clock,
Tick tock, it's time to take stock..
An arsenal of thoughts that I think with the mind because my brain is in a drought.
From the left to the right it's trapped like water in a damn.
The water can't spread it's sediment for life. My pain I shape into something bright like a seed that germinates then it hits the sunlight.
Bloomming in slow motion as the vines spiral and constricting anything in the way. Like every moment is momentum to timeless.

© MXcanete