Can You Feel Me?

I walk through the day, but it feels like the night.
Can you feel me? Can you feel me coming?
It isn’t all that dark, but I can’t see the light.
Do you feel me? Do you feel me coming?

Do you feel me? Do you sense me?
I’m right beside you, but you don’t see me.
You don’t hear me, so you don’t know me.
I’m gone. I’m gone. I’m gone without you.

I am searching for my God, but I can’t find my way.
Can you feel me? Can you feel me coming?
I look towards the sky, but all I see is gray.
Do you feel me? Do you feel me coming?

Do you feel me? Do you sense me?
I’m right beside you, but you don’t see me.
You don’t hear me, so you don’t know me.
I’m gone. I’m gone. I’m gone without you.

Yeah, I’m lost without you.
No one to help me.
No one who knows me.
I’m gone without you.

Can you help me, please, or is it way too late?
Do you feel me? Do you feel me coming?
I hope not, God, because I’ll die at this rate.
Do you feel me? Do you feel me coming?
I feel so alone because you don’t see me.
You’ve got to come for me, Lord, I beg you, please.
  
Do you feel me? Do you sense me?
I’m right beside you, but you don’t see me.
You don’t hear me, so you don’t know me.
I’m gone. I’m gone. I’m gone without you.

I’m gone. I’m gone. I’m gone without you.
I’m gone. I’m gone. I’m gone without you.
I’m gone. I’m gone. I’m gone without you.
I’m gone. I’m gone. I’m gone.

When your faith goes missing.

Written in 2002

Copyright, The Poetry of Bryan Buser