Poem: No voice

I had fail
to see what is like in the light.
My eyes only see
what is left of my shine,
my tiny spark.
It never ceased in my mind
wondering how I might be
if I had taken a different path.
Where it would be my tiny spark?
Where would it be the vision
I nurtured and protected
yet is secluded in the back of my mind.
Everything seems to fade,
everything was lost in the wind.
No words, no thoughts,
no poetry inside of me.
No faint idea
of what I used to be.
I have no voice,
not even a whisper in myself.
Here I am in agony.
Here I was when the light used to be my charm.