The worst feeling is loneliness and betrayal.
Especially when you stand alone, an army of 1. Your demeanor speaks nothing of frail.
The fogged path with directions in brail.
It spells out, "Keep moving." To late to turn back.
Constantly being under attack.
Obscurities got me walking into the unbeaten path.
People yelling out, " You're gonna feel the full affect of God's wrath."
"I think I'll be fine.", as I answer unsurely as I do the math.
"If I carry the 1...ah what's the use"
I'll just keep drudging, and endure the...