The Calamity of "Calm"

I possess a burden;
Unwanted and relentless.
It steals the strength from my containment,
Leaving loath rather than lagniappe—
 
The gift depletes me of wisdom
And drains the nectar
Of morality from within;
Revealing the sinews that bind this shell.
 
And I stomp gallantly about—
Striding by, blind.
 
With my intentions of defending
What little is left of my self-worth,
The sky drops from above  
And I walk lethargically upon the clouds
 
Oblivious to the plane headed  
In my direction,  
I crash into the metal beast
At an attempt to reinforce my casing of self;
 
Leaving behind fatal debris,
Each and every time.