Now I don’t know what to do anymo'.
I am deep below my own trench,
and still falling into the deep, dark below.

Will I ever hit the bottom?
The point where there’s no further down—
only up? I know I feel like a clown.

But still,

No more confusion.
No more sadness.
Only hope and happiness, I guess.
Peace of mind.
With all the past behind.

I feel lost. I don't feel like me.
I feel like I’m falling.
I feel empty inside me.

- THE END -

© 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
All rights reserved.

When the world
Screams in my ear
You are faulty,
You are worthless
A little paw stretches,
Resting on my chest
And I am reminded
I am her world,
I am lovely.

I wish I was water

Then I could run faster than any thought
And any feeling
In any language

And I could carry any weight
No matter the strength missing
In me

And I could always move forward
As long as there is a shape for me to take
I would take it

If I'm not water
I am a shape
And I could be stuck in one place forever

It’s always better
to be completely alone
than to feel alone
in a group of people.