Ensnared

In this my pangs
Who shall save me
Trouble in front and at my back a woes
My short terms friendly neighbor turned a foes

God save my life enemies are plenty
If needed help I ask their son's buy things for me
They winked her in the eyes and resist
Who shall go an errand for me
What did I, to this unseemly Neighborhood
This loneliness problems continues to persist.

Jaded off this  foresights forelove
Holy I am to my maker words a Dove


Read my lips I won't utter no mischief
And my heart shall indeed be pure'd
Would speakless that I won't be lured
God is coming I would be cured.