The uncertainty has me terrified.
Eyes of the world keep me inadequate and scrutinized.
A place I don’t think I can survive.
I must make home where I am afraid and others don’t understand,
the more I try to help realize, the more I sink in the sand.
Setting camp on what is known as the Cursed Land.
My hands are reaching for the tools that every man must obtain,
But held back by the sickness that i cannot explain.
Doomed to a life, a place, from where i may not return.
Waving my arms but raises no concern.
A life of misery i have to live and learn.