The Sand

Wednesday evening 6:31 p.m. September 26, 2015 Kansas City, Mo Stephen Becker pen name Brian Stoaks "The Sand" Here I am shouting from me knees to the heavens above Can you hear me as I shout to you from the ground beneath you I'm screaming for your healing hands trying to escape from your punishment Do I matter to you at all when You say I will come again to take you home Digging my heels into this mud beneath my feet I shout for your attention I feel as if I am the forgotten soul you created but traded to the devil Why say you love me when here I am begging to feel alive Is the book of your words a fiction based on story tellers misguided With my fingers tearing at the eyes to stop the ever flowing rains of tears I pray to you for you to hear my voice of reasoning just for once in my life I ask you to lift me up and heal me of this great pain that envelops my mind For either heal me now creator of life or let me finally end this painful existence I stare into the space Christians call home and see nothing but vast emptiness All my life I have suffered from the hands of evil while you were ignoring my pleas I am here now a child of the creator willing to sacrifice this forgotten soul As my tears shall return into the sand to be washed away like blood stained streets