Practicas de redacción 2015/2016. Poem

Poem. Fear.
Fear of the piercing cold
Fear of brainstorming
Fear of buildings which are old
Fear of not having an alibi
Fear of forgiving
Fear of people who doesn't let you fly
Fear of  those modern heroes
Fear of vanishing like I was a fly
Fear of not reflecting in mirrors
Fear of being late and realizing you are gone
Fear of running out of beer
Fear of loosig my old-fashioned phone
Fear of having a red nose, like a reindeer
Fear of my fortress of solitude
Fear of smiling clowns
Fear of not knowing my current mood
Fear of coming back to my old town
Fear of people who wear a hood
Fear of hunger
Fear this day will end and I will be another day older
Fear of waking up to find that we are getting our adulthood
Fear of not loving and fear of loving the wrong person
Fear that frostmourne
Fear of that hungering freezing feeling
Fear of looking directly to the moon
Fear of that hungering freezing feeling
I've said that