I Know the Pain is Coming

I know the pain is coming.

It’s hiding in the night.

The hurt will show no mercy.

I’m sure to feel it’s plight.


At first I’ll try to run.

As the chaos has begun.

This pain will not be shunned.

And cannot be outdone.


I’ll scamper through the meadow.

Or hide inside a photo.

Or climb a double rainbow.

Or stampede o’er the plateau.


But the pain will still pursue me.

With the howling of a banshee.

I know that it will catch me.

There’s just no point in running.


It makes a home right here.

And whispers in my ear.

Striking words of fear.

I hope it soon… will disappear.