Arrianna Bodoh Poetry

Thunder echoes through the night,
while Lightning streaks across the obsidian sky. A lonesome feeling lingers in the night air...outside it may seem desolate, but there is more painful place...the heart and soul of a lost young girl.

As it begins to rain,
the darkness in the young girls room seems to grow with every cloud that darkens the skies. She remains seated on her bed, clutching a pillow close to her chest as tears stream down her slightly reddened cheeks...a pain sears her chest as she cries out in agony. The young girl rocks back and forth as she wails, the pain won't go away, nor will it subside for even a brief moment. She didn't used to be this way...no, she used to smile and laugh like all little girls should. But along the way it seems that she strayed from her intended path.

The young girl trembles as she looks down at her gauze covered wrists, even though they were covered by a thick white material...the red essence had begun to leak through. She buries her head in the pillow and screams as loud as she can...she cries out as loud possibly can as the War within her rages on. She throws her head back and screams to the heavens... "Someone...please...someone please help me!" But no one can hear her...she stands up and walks over to the window, banging her bloodied fists on the slightly cracked glass. The people walk by and she goes un-noticed...she bangs on the glass harder and harder as she tries to reach out to someone...anyone. But no one can hear her cries.

Again,
she falls to her knees and bows her head in defeat...all alone she kneels, alone in this chamber...dungeon cell. No one to save her and help her back onto the path...no one to care for her, no place she can call home without the pain. The young girl looks toward the door and she notices that there are nail marks down the door...bloody nail marks. She casts her weak stare away from the door that just refused to open for her. "Why...why is this happening to me?" She cries as she falls to the floor and curls into a ball.

"Why am I so alone...doesn't anyone care about me, doesn't anyone loves me?" Her eyes slowly drift shut as she cries herself to sleep once more...alone in the dungeon cell...as the War within her rages on.

Who will save this poor soul?

Poet: Arrianna Bodoh