Marylou Mansfield

what if somebody discovers
i don’t remember
memories elude
mind sketches
carelessly

hands grip the steering wheel
tremble
want only turn
taking the wrong road
again

locked doors
panic inner self
where
is the key
where

memories evade access
simple maneuvers
obscured by shadows
fill
frightened hours

i did not ask for this
expectations
did not include
veils
of creeping darkness

slowly imprisoned
by my own life
only i can set myself free
if i could find
the key