Blues Creeps In (The Diatelle)

 fear

snuck in

it had been
hid until now
it smiles and then it grins
I have to wipe my fevered brow
fear I refuse entrance, I won't allow
it wants to torture me for things I did back then
this time fear will not find me I avow
I am not like I was back when
living for pills and gin
please tell me how
blank out sin
its twin
tear

©May 30, 2006