I am consumed by nothing
And my poor soul is bereft
I had started with nothing
And I now have nothing left
Nothing will ever happen
Because nothing ever does
And nothing ever changes
Always stays just like it was
Nothing is as consuming
As consuming nothing is
I am consumed by nothing
Though nothing knows about this
All day I think of nothing
But nothing will come to me
Thought I heard nothing creeping
But was nothing I could see
Nothing is ever ended
And nothing's ever resumed
So, has nothing consumed me
Or have nothing I consumed?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem