creepy crawlies,
slithering snakes,
sprawling spiders,
menacing monsters,
When will I,
Ever learn,
That stories belong in books?
stopping hearts,
half-taken breaths,
clammy skin,
sweating palms,
Why did I,
Ever think,
This is acceptable to watch?
spooky frights,
terrifying scenes,
dreadful silences,
edging darkness,
When. Will. This. End?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice thoughtful poem.