In the obscurity of this island,
I find surrounded, isolated clutters
of thought and intent.

Lord,
I have been rejected
by those who once claimed to care.
I am trying to connect to the best of me.
But I recognise the war waging on the inside. 
This something within,
has been decided as the whole of me.
When in truth, it is only a fraction.
I have had plenty of time to reflect,
and I acknowledge all of my ways.
Now, in the final analysis
and dawning of this day,
I am compelled to ask myself the question: 
what becomes of the cancelled?

By Emmanuel Johnson