Man in the high tower

Did a guy just get a raw deal, or is it a metaphor for something else?

Between two parallel streams,

there stands a high tower.

Imposing upon the realm beyond,

its secrets reside unknown.

Guarded without falter by a watchman,

perpetually blind and alone.

He cursed the maker that decided his fate;

cruelly bound but unchained.

Distorted and ageless, nothing changes;

a forgotten relic remains.

Voices echo on the wind,

mockingly catching his ear.

The stoic holds firm, waiting his turn,

hoping salvation draws near.

Alas, they fade, wind sweeping away

the meaning he longed to devour.

There he stays, up to this day,

waiting atop the high tower.

Author's Note

What do you think the poem is about? Is it about anything at all?