A Weary Descent

A Weary Descent

I am deeply devoted
To my every
Festering concern

As I wearily descend
From the lonely
Spire of rage

From the zenith
Where I gushed
In fervent pints

Engulfed
By the world
And its every
Death-bearing spark

I am now lost
Among inner perils
As scores are minced
In the frenzy
Of timeless panic

Scattered I remain
Prowling the fringes
Of an era
I can never fully know

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Keeping the world immersed in stanza.