Hard Things....Ann Woodly

There are things to hard to tell;

Images that defy imagining:

Concepts too horrific for the mind to hold;

But they reside with us.

Take up residence in our brain;

Cleaving the soul like shards of glass;

Shattering all you know into useless,

granular pieces; 

Striking with a furry that knocks you to your knees.

They are persistent, merciless visions,  

laying waste to all you once believed.

Shredding ego, leaving you disemboweled, vacant, bleeding.

And this is a terminal condition; whether it kills us or not, 

one thing is certain; we will die with it!
How am I you ask?
Do you really want to know?
I wouldn't think so!
But since you inquired I will invite you into my memory.
Welcome this is where I live now!