Oblivious To a Hero

He sits in a corner Motionless and still Hiding from an enemy Refusing to kill Beaten and battered Alone in this game Afraid to show himself For reasons like shame Golden hair fibers Resting on top Oblivious to life The voices won't stop They walk and they run They pay him no mind While fighting off demons That have plagued his mind Torn are his clothes Rotten are his teeth Ribs for a stomach Legs without meat They mock They make fun of Not knowing his strength If they knew what they tell him They'd not call him weak In an attempt to save others He takes his own life He stood there in silence Not one stopped Not one cried. R.K.H.