The Path to Pathetic,
Is promptly laid by the words of the Proud.
A path I have taken many times,
To find myself next to that Place for Pity,
And in disgust I turn around,
Finding the path tread to have faded,
By the Power of my weightless words,
Whose Purpose is now to haunt me.
Refusing to go forth yet unable to go back,
I sit in suffering yet gratitude,
To not have taken one more step.
Tis pride that makes us walk this pathetic path,
Promising a glory that we suffer alone.
But a journey begun must also end,
And so,
Remaining static I bring that outcome,
To me,
For all those steps I have promptly tread,
Accepting that I am pathetic,
But requiring no pity.
And in this silence a new path is laid,
In front of me,
One which I walk forth to humble empathy,
Away from pathetic sympathy.