My eyes flutter open

And I try to gasp for air

But I am gagged

Tied

To an old wooden chair

A hooded figure

Dressed in black

Stands in the corner

Ready

To attack

The figure does not speak

Even

As I try to find

My way

Out

I feel so weak

So tired

Dark

And swift

As night

Where the unknown lurks

Charging at me

With all its might

Fear

Is the name

Of the one

That stands before me

I jump in surprise

Taking the chair with me

I can feel the ropes

That tie my hands

So tightly

Like the feelings

I hold

So dearly

To myself

I swing my arms

And knock

Fear

To the ground

A feeling

So profound

Of letting

Fear

Go