Cry of the Black Skies

The skies were black;
the streets filled with cries.
It felt as if it were a nightmare,
but in actuality, it was cruel reality.
People dying from diseases left and right;
I think Iâ??m sick too, but all I need is some rest.
All of my life has been like this;
for eight years it has been Agony.
If I close my eyes and dream,
what could life be like?
Maybe, just maybe, I could get new clothes,
or even a soft bed to rest my head.
But this dream seems all too real.
My mother tries to wake me,
but I do not move.
She starts to shake me,
and still I donâ??t move.
She cries the cry of the many
that have ever cried under the black skies.
As she weeps,
I say, â??Mommy, donâ??t cry.
Iâ??m in a better place now.
Maybe one day, Mommy,
you will be able to join me too.â??