A Routine Poem by Marisa Cherise

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,
sings me a lulliby, calm, without an ounce of shred.

A shred of fear, a shred of doubt,
mommy leaves, i feel put out.

Quiet house, everyones asleep,
yet i can only weep.

Lay awake, restless, frightened, thinking,
knowing what will soon come, blinking.

Into darkness, the whisper of foot steps,
sounds outside my door, illusional depths.

Shiver through my body, powerless,
no control, no regards, what a mess.

Tucked in a corner, dark, scared,
daddy comes through the door, in his underwear.

Pull back the covers, happy to see me, undress,
gut dops, heart races, caress.

One sharp pain, leads to more,
numbness, is what lies in store.

Can't fight back, feels like a curse,
if I fight back, he'll fight back worse.

This dreaded curse, this awful demon,
visits every night, with a gift of semon.

Bits of me, drifting away,
no individuality, non to stay.

Finally over, hear a click,
door closed, i feel sick.

Moon shines through, lights the room,
breathless knowledge, it's my doom.

Fate? What a joke,
am I deserving? I guess he spoke.

This routine, my routine, disgusting, haunting,
daddys little secret, mine and his, wanting.

For a change, something different, aching,
why me, why now, house awaking.

No one knows, no one has a clue,
this is my routine, our secret, I'm due.