Pain comes, as it will
Shocking us with its cruel fangs
Sank into vulnerable flesh
It comes again and again
When least expected
For if we could foresee its coming
Would we not be better armored?
Prepared for the assault?
Yet, even when we see it coming
Or sense its stealth, somehow
The pain is still just as real
Just as excruciating
And even though we prepare for it
Still, we fall to our knees
Wounded and betrayed
By our own naivete
How could we be so stupid?
Pain comes, crushing us as it will