Damien Carroll is a child of Dublin. As he was born in February his horoscope suggests that he is honest and known for being one of a kind. That line says everything about Damien, never believe in your horoscope.
Damien has been writing poetry for about 3 years and recently become a member of the Dublin Writer’s Forum in Dublin to share his work and be guided by the wisdom of the group.
He likes to keep fit by talking a lot and is mostly found trying to generate a smile, like his profile pic.
You sold me a Pup
Return to me my golden voice, my flawless skin, my dancing legs that graced the halls. Return to me my childhood days, the friends I've lost. their names erased, like broken dolls. Return to me my positive view of journeyed time from birth to death. Return to me my gentle heart, my precious mind, that withers, agonises, years before my final breath. Life, you are a misnomer, you are that lover whose gaze remains on younger brides. Life, you are a fraud, you stayed on the beach while I went out with the freezing tides. Life, your singular focus the spring of youth. no real interest in the winter lives of declining fruit. Life, I remember, I remember the years I was so in love with you. Life, you are the Great Deceiver
Heart Stopping Days
I was reborn at your birth I wrote poetry with your first words I knew happiness when you smiled I bought towels for your fresh tears I felt so alone when we argued I stretched for you before you danced I turned up the volume when you sang I felt inept at your teenage upsets I took the blame when you lost I raised you high when you won I understood love when you laughed I rejoiced with you when you married I was reborn again as a Grandad My world crashed the day you phoned My prayers begged God to remove your pain My legs collapsed each time you cried My view of courage changed with your bravery My eyes stayed open by your bedside My life meant nothing without family My heart stopped the day you died