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my eyes fall shut 
to see images playing 
a daydream of sorts. 
full of scenes i’m surveying, 
pretending it’s real, 
knowing it’s not, 
afraid one day it’ll reveal 
to be the truth i’ve acted. 
punished by reality, 
though I only reacted. 
don’t even know if i’m 
controlling the reel 
as I commit a crime 
a daydream of sorts 
a nightmare of choice 
one of my last resorts 
is to plead insanity 
if it decides to take over me. 
 
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I wrote this because of delieh's sugestion to expound on the subject of the poem forced nightmares. I hope I gave the idea what it desurves...