What is it like to feel nothing,
to close your eyes to everything,
unable to hear anything
or sense at least something-
like the soar and dive
of your life-long lungs?
What is it like to keep life close-
a second pulse pulling to your own,
then quickly leaving,
only a vibrant memory
of shared space and wonderment
of what reality was?
What is it like to pat tears,
frustrated for another's pain,
prostrated, paralytic
and all for my gain?
You did this,
now tell me,
or I may never feel again.
