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Fun-eral
by Stuart ShiltonEulogy for my dying enthusiasm
Sad and slow, six feet under
No longer a child, never ignorant
What doesn’t kill me only makes me
STRANGER
Never strong only strange
The lost generation
Floating aimlessly on clouds of smoke
Blowing rings burning
Lost and alone
With the anger that’s inside of you
01/07/2011 Author's Note: more about myself
Posted on 01/07/2011
Copyright © 2025 Stuart Shilton
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 01/08/11 at 05:22 PM You really put yourself out there. Insightful write. Everyone has a story.
Iwill enjoy reading yours. |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 01/11/11 at 12:12 AM This line, "What doesn’t kill me only makes me STRANGER," absolutely love this! |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 01/11/11 at 02:24 PM "Floating aimlessly on clouds of smoke" feel like i've been there for years |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/16/16 at 03:03 PM Love that first line. Congrats on POTD! |
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