Restless
Gisselle Ocampo
She is a wilting rose,
her petals are falling.
She’s trying hard
for her thirsty desire of survival.
She is faded denim.
Patches are slowly detaching.
Her seams are ripping apart,
she can no longer sew her life anymore.
She is a drained battery.
The outlet of life is far to reach,
her damaged body can no longer support.
The urge to charge herself is gone.
Drowning in a sea of tears,
as saltwater flows on her face.