Bad Dream
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Phoebe Crawley , Grade 7
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Poetry
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2019
Father, I tell you this was not a good dream,
Not a delightful, delicious dream,
Not even a bland dream!
I tell you, father, I did not like this dream one bit,
The ghosts that hide in the attic even hated it!
It was similar to the one like the boogie man,
Or even worse Father!
It was as if it was actually real,
And it will never ever go away.
So tell me, when I have a bad dream father you will listen to me
But father when I actually have a problem you will ignore me!
Do you want to know what the dream was about?
Father, I dreamed that you had left me,
Just the same as Mummy did and you would never come back,
And I will forever be lonely.