I wrote this poem this morning, it was based on the nightmare I had last night. my nightmare was about me and 7 other kids around my age were kidnapped and were about to be murdered. When our kidnappers gathered to **** one of us, the other twelve (including me) escaped from our captors. Six of us were able to gather our backpacks that carried our belongings as we escaped. As we ran through a forest we came to a stop at the edge of a cliff. we all turned around thinking of heading back the way we came but our kidnappers were right behind us holding the crying kid that they were going to **** earlier. We all turn to each other and seem to read each others minds and gave a nod of understanding. we all lined up at the edge of the cliff smelling the ocean breeze. we all look at each other one last time as we held on to our backpacks, and jumped over when we heard the 7th kids scream. as we fell one kid and I suddenly sprouted large white wings causing us to ride through the air like eagles. the kid and I looked back expecting the others to do the same but instead, we saw them falling, no matter how hard or fast we flapped our wings we were not able to save the other 4 who jumped with us.

And then I woke up.