Weary

I'm growing
  old;
I'm broken
  down,
and more than
  anything,
I'm weary.

 

I laugh.
It's funny
how
one word-
that word
  more than
  any
    other-
can be
  the entire
    condensation
  of life.

 

It's all a
dream.
A dream
of life,
  and
of death,
  and of the million
other lives,
  past lives,
  whose rot
permeates through
  your every day.

 

I find myself
  asking:
What does that one
  word
  say about
    me
  as an
    individual?
That word.
  Weary.
    What does that say?
And what about
  Rot?
Who am I
  really,
and how do these
  syllables
    project my
  true
  inner-
    self?

 

The answer?
I'm
  a montage,
a mosaic,
  composed
    strictly
  of broken
thoughts
and yesterdays...
 ...of empty
urges
and
(crushed)
(neverending)
  regrets.
My purpose is to
  think-
  to consider-
and at the end
  of the
    day,
the only thing
  I have
    is the past.

 

I'm an evolution
  who's self-
    conscious,
  who's self-
    aware
  of his
better
  (previous)
    self.
What does this
  mean?
It means
a weary life,
  full of rot
    and left to
collapse
  upon
    itself.

Reviews

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

i like the point where you defied your self of being not a mosaic. artistic viewpoint is such a eloquent strategy to defy such art, but managed to control the images as to what it should really permeates the mind of the readers; the explanation, the significance of your feelings. you gave a desireful insight of what you have felt upon writing this. JUST GREAT!

[Avoiry]

I'm an evolution
who's self-
conscious,
who's self-
aware
of his
better
(previous)
self.

That would be a weary realization. I like it , it's very real and in the moment.

[Nicole Hellene]

...of empty
urges
and
(crushed)
(neverending)
regrets.

I recommend "Crushed"

who's self-
aware
of his
better
(previous)
self.

I recommend "previous"

[Caroline Tigeress]

I'd really like to hear this as a spoken word piece, perhaps to something classical; Mozart. To me it exudes violins; that sort of sing-songy reach to your soul concept.

Well done, as usual.

Caroline

[Erik Bergstrom]

This poem is pretty characteristic of your style, which is a unique and nice one to read.

This poem, and its significance with the word weary, doesn't work as well with the constant one-word lines. To me it seems that you aim to make the word "weary" the most prevalent one in the poem, yet it loses its importance amongst the many other one-word lines. It may have been a bit overdone in this poem. But with the language you present, it stands as a potentially resounding poem and one that quite a few people may be able to relate to.

[L. L. Jacobson]

of broken
thoughts
and yesterdays...
...of empty
urges
and
(crushed)
(neverending)
regrets.

Clever how you used 'crushed' and 'neverending' in parenthesis; it makes (them) essential and not as prevalent, intermittently.
I like your thoughts, all of them here, but I'm not sure I like the line breaks, with one word on certain lines. I know the aim was for significance, and the poem itself is, as always, your words are, but I think the short line breaks distracted from the overall flow.
Your work is always a pleasure to read!