blank

i’m asked a question
and my mind goes blank
like a painters canvas.
there is nothing there.
I feel as if I am living
a breathing death, frozen
to the spot, unable to think
or speak or move, terrified
as I try to process what is
happening to me, a vision of
my future that is more
frightening than any
dystopian vision I know, a
vision of never remembering
my past, my friends, my life,
a mind of blank canvases going
through motions that don’t
register. I am so scared.