Stuck on an island
Though surrounded by people
Barely hanging by a strand
My being is feeble

Harsh reality buffeting, making crystal clear
There’s no comfort to soothe me here
Searching for a reason, some explanation
Anything to justify such lasting isolation

“This is not my life by choice!”
I cry; but I have no voice
Banished down a seldom-travelled path
Emptiness swallowing all emotion, even wrath.