The Ballad of Naive Pity

So there he sits
Mind empty of all thoughts
though thousands of sounds are screaming out to him

So there he sits
Barely aware of the patter of the rain
And beauty of the night

So there he sits
Heart heavy, hollow, dull
Unable to see the miracle of life around him

So deeply drowned in his own pity
That he can't see others bleeding around him

So tired and lonesome
That his eyes can't see others crying out to him

To afraid to try
To afraid to fall

So there he sits
Pitiful, useless and clueless

An excellent example of the ballad of naive pity