Loss Of Faith Poem by Bryan Riley

A man without a purpose
is like a quest without an end
-useless.

Like the lion at the
gate of the palace,
I've lost my courage.

Can faith be restored
once it's gone?

it's- hopeless…

The squeaking of the wheel
is driving me mad.

Slow descent into-
what?
Obscurity is the
greatest darkness;
walking anonymous through
the world, never knowing
your fellows, or they you

Trapped-
like an ant under a
mean kid's magnifying glass

I want so much to get away,
but I'm afraid I can
no longer feel my legs…