
‘Sleep’ by Renat Ramazanov
Do you know what it means,
do you know how it feels,
to be one of the living
at a time when you are dead?
To not be of that world,
the one you left behind,
or be fully in that one,
the one that is ahead.
You are able to move
but you can barely walk.
You are able to say words
but you can barely talk.
You are very sensitive
but you can barely sense.
You remember how to remember
but you can barely think.
You are able to hear
but you very barely know.
It’s hard for you to understand,
and so painfully so.
You are able to look
but you can barely see.
You’re hanging in midair;
you don’t have any wings.
To not be able to rewind
and start all over again,
or be able to move on,
and fly far far away.
Do you know what it means
when everything means nothing?
Do you know how it feels
when you cannot feel?