Fear

Fear is the man who runs at the sight of death.
He is the one, who keeps his head down,
So no one can see him.

He moves to the darkest parts of the earth,
So he can live in his own terror.
He hides behind the sun with the stars and the moon,
He is the one, whose hand shakes when you greet him.

You look for him,
So you know where the line is set
And when not to cross it.

He is the one, who wears battered black clothes,
With holes on his dirty knees, and
Hides his face with a black hood.

He keeps his hair long so no one will approach him,
He smells like a vomit soaked sponge,
Because he doesn’t shower,and
His breath smells like rotten eggs.

He may hide and hide
However,
Anyone can find him.