Predicament Poem by Redem Macabenta

My heart is going to break
In the middle of this predicament
Thoughts are very confused
For I do not know what to slow

I am then now in a freak
Caught in this mysterious aching moment
Feelings I am not used
And am confused of where to go

This selfish heart to do speak
I don't want to leave any monument
And I don't want to abused
As I am now attacked by foe

Lord, my body is on leak
What shall I do of this mint of lament?
Shall I remain like Jews,
Or become as the Gentiles low?