A stranger sight there may not be,
Than that of the man locked away.
His mind shattered beyond repair,
Why not spare a thought for no one else does care?
Yet here he lies, day by day,
Alone in the padded cell he cannot flee.
Won’t you spare a thought,
For the man who knows no mental bounds?
Yet strange though some may seem to find,
He was not always so strayed of mind.
Until the coming of those wretched sounds,
That drove him to be so fraught.
Inside his head no man can see,
How his accursed mind does work.
He sits alone beside the furthest wall,
It’s clear, he’s heading for a fall.
Yet in his mind there seems to lurk,
An essence of a greater man alas, he may never be.