Dear,God

 Death?Was it that like?Your eyes closed and not being able to be open?A substance in your body so your skin will not rot faster than it should?Or a dusty headstone with a name,date of your birth,and your death date?Something bound to get rusty overtime laying over your lifeless body with no real meaning.Family soon to forget who you are and where you’re located among the rest of the shells in the ground.Skin to bone.Bone to dust.Dust to ground.Life going on without you.Why?I ask you at night.Why do you take the best people?Why him?Why her? Why my brother?Why my sister?A living,breathing organism that you so called“made”.Why take them out of this place so early,who were bound to do something great for this hell whole called earth?Why not me?Why not a person who doesn’t deserve to be alive?Why?families only having of them their fading scent on their clothes,their dusty graduation photos,or their beautiful voices haunting our distant memories.How can We still believe in you?How can We still go on?You let someone take a piece of our hearts,our happiness,our trust.And you call yourself a saint.Are you even real?When will our cries be heard?when will justice be served?Our thunder like voices now a whisper in the roaring wind?Their haunting voices?When,is all We ask?Our world now being godless,now and forever..... Sincerely,A Ex-believer