Outside his window the world goes by

Lost in the confusion he wonders why

The sound of a train and its sorrowful horn

Brings within a saddening scorn

Cars drive by with a roaring sound

Unable to move he cannot be found

Within his prison he sits in pity

While outside his window the cries of the sounds of the city

Trapped by his unraveling mind

Its only a matter of time

Soon the world will be nothing but silence

At the end of his defiance

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Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/04/01/april-writing-prompts-2/