I walk upon this earth waiting for the day my dream comes true.
The day skies turn black
I do not fear these skies for I’m already dead.
I’m no longer in the sun’s rays.
I fear no evil, yet only to increase its growth.
The black skies come upon us as my breath grows low and lower. Never breathing again.
Martina Salazar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-skies/
