Jun 12
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.
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.
A poem from the heart of the fall—when you're too deep to see the surface, but still quietly holding out for light. Written from a place of despair, and maybe… the start of healing.
