Dear dark figure

The first time you came to me,
I didn’t scream or shout.
I tried to move
but you didn’t allow me to.
I stayed calm as you
looked down at me
a dark figure faceless,
facing down at me.

Now you come the second time,
with more anger.
Physically holding me down
Preventing me from any movement.
I try to fight with my voice,
screaming for help but
it came out as a soft whisper.
You laugh in my face,
relishing in my misery.
And as I finally wake,
my head carries the weight of my agony.

Dear dark figure,
I pray I don’t see you again.