Nothing Is Present Poem by Achim Wollscheid

When I look at my life,
Nothing is present.
All the years that I spent forming
And officially becoming the person
That I am today…
I do not see anything to reflect.

And everyone that I‘ve ever known,
Those that use to shape my life
And my happiness
Are somehow disappearing
Out of my life.
They are still existent,
But they do not show.
When I search
No one is present.

Now I search for my emotions
That use to be so balanced.
I recall gloom, joy, madness,
But now I sense nothing;
Nothing is present.