victimized

victimized
by thoughtless minds,
hopelessly subdued.
I make my way
through the house.
to solace in my room.
not wanting to move,
not wanting to breathe,
I lay on my back and stare.
opening. closing.
opening. closing
my eyes.
my mind.
my fear.
so tired and torn
between action and dreams,
I lay on my bed
with my hands on my chest,
lost somewhere in between.