Trapped Poem by Names Miaa

As I stand alone looking outside my window,
my mind is pacing and my heart feels like a mourning widow,
my misery stares back at me as I see my reflection,
I feel like I'm cursed and left without a blessing.
Why am I trapped? Why am I hurt? Why does this pain makes me feel lower then dirt! Why am I trapped? Why can't I see, that little bright light that use to guide me, Why am I trapped? Here in the dark, where demons play and tug at your heart, I cried out to God and ask him WHY! Why am I trapped? Why am I left hear to die? And this what God had said to me, 'My child you let them distract you and take you from me! Only those there on Earth is given seconds chances, You must warn them before the devil takes their soul and they'll be left with no chances.'