Marisa Cherise Poems

This feeling, no hope, no faith,
nothing left, what a waste.

Going to my special place, my secret place
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A routine, defines my day,
day in, day out, I want to get away.

Nine o'clock, right on time, mommy puts me to bed,
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Life is a mystery, in it's own form,
A churning battle against time, with every breath and every step,
I lay awake and dream, a sleepless night returns.
Terror seeping through, horror rushing in my veins,
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