So close to being this far

I've been writing recently. It's not really a poem but if you want to classify it as something I guess you would call it a poem. It's far from done, but this is what I've got so far:

I sit here at the end of the day
wondering what happened
Where did it all go?
It seems like it was yesterday
I was living like a prince
Indulging myself with all the riches
the world has to offer me
Now there's just You and me
It barely feels like it's enough
Not wanting to stay
Not able to go
There's nothing left to do
but let these feelings consume me

Lost in the desert of my thoughts
with nothing to subdue my thirst
Your voice flowed like water
curing me of all my ailments
And I felt like there was no other choice
So I followed
All the while wondering if you knew
Knew who I was
Knew what you were getting into
but who am I to question God

Now, that burning bush is gone
without a trace
Well, this must be a dream
because no fire dies that fast
I open my eyes
and you are nowhere to be found
All this time I never realized
how close I was
to being this far away

I look down to find a serpent
latched onto my leg
with no intent of letting go
I swear it used to be a stick
with no other purpose than to help me
on my walk down this long forsaken road
I let that snake stay
Not caring enough to just reach down
and try to pull it off
And so it consumes me
My blood flows thick with despair and regret

Where do I go from here?
Nothing short of losing my inheritance
could make me change my mind
I feel so cold
I can't even remember
what's it's like to be warm
I never knew how close I was
to being this far away