Posters Poem by Rebecca Springsteen
Posters
Plastered all over walls,
some cruel, happy, sad, angry.
It's a horror house with all of them staring at me.
They may not be alive, I still shiver.
Eyes cutting though me, monsters thinking I'm prey,
music radiating.
Just like in my room,
where they never blink or show emotion.
It's the fun house all over again.
The posters.
Remind me of all of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/16/2024 11:14:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Horror house! Helping Satan to win. But, there is hope ahead with positive works. Thanks for sharing.