Weary

Weary

A Poem by Chas Stover

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.

© 2008 Chas Stover


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i really like the way you write. its pure thought... emotion put into context of words. whether you made the lines misaligned i'm not sure but it adds to the writing.

Posted 15 Years Ago


I can understand

Posted 15 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Everyday, I ask myself:
Who am I really, .....

this was very nicely written and thought out

eventually we all will be in the ground and become that word......rot

we all will grow weary....
but thank god its not rite now

♥ashlyc




Posted 17 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow! Did you write this from my brain's living room? Extraordinary. Weary. Oh, Weary & I are bittersweet friends.

Posted 17 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is the second poem on here that ive read that ive felt the need to snap my fingers repeatedly at the end. just one of those and they are my FAVORITE!! good work, i love this.

Posted 17 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

powerful..i like it. sometimes i find myself weary too. well done.

Posted 17 Years Ago


0 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I'm sorry

Posted 17 Years Ago


0 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Very powerful. I like the way you format, too. You're quite the talented poet.

Well written.

Posted 17 Years Ago


0 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Seems a lot more cohesive...I'm glad you returned to it. I was right...it seemed more powerful. But then again I'm always right ;)

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The last two verses are the best - I really like the idea of evolution in reverse:

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

Good stuff.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Chas Stover

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