Hindsight.

I have nothing more to give,
As what I had was taken away.

I have nothing left to sing,
As my voice has gone astray.

I have nothing left of faith,
As my prayers have gone unanswered.

I have nothing more of a name,
As mine has been truly slandered.

I have nothing more of a beat,
As my heart can no longer dance.

I have nothing left to cry,
As my eyes have lost their glance.

I have nothing left to speak,
As my lips have lost their breath.

I have nothing left of fears,
As there are no longer threats.

I have nothing left to hear,
As my ears have fallen deaf.

I have nothing more of touch,
As I can’t feel with my flesh.

But What I do have is a memory,
Of what a girl once was,
But even that is fading,
All because I wasn’t cautious.