The Fear
When you count the day 
And count the year.

The Fear 
Lingering in the rear

The Fear
Creeping underneath

The Fear
Depriving you of sleep

The Fear
Sharpening its teeth

The Fear
Hungry for your meat

The Fear
Watching all you do

The Fear
Waiting for its cue

The Fear
Quickening your breath

The Fear
Scared to live, scared of death

The Fear
Scary cause it’s true

The Fear
Real as me, real as you.

The Fear
When you count the day 
And count the year.

The Fear
Lingering in the rear.

The Fear
Don’t let it ever stifle you
You keep your eyes ahead 
And who cares what’s in its view?

© Daniel Breslin