CRISIS OF FAITH

Sometimes faith slips from my grasp.
I let go of hope.
Love has left a mark too many times.
I believe, but doubt it is enough.
I am so drained and weary.
I am melancholy, indifferent.
I am hollow.
Inside reverberates an echo.
So deafening.
Maddening.
I scream out only to hear silence.
I reach out only to lose my grip.
I'm sliding backwards.
Is there any chance that I will find my way 
   back?
Will you let me back in?
Will you hate me?
Will I still be called yours?
I just don't know.
I want you, I don't
One thing is for sure.
Of this I am positive of.
My life is dead.
Where are you?
Where am I?

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(28/02/2013)