The Fantastic Mr. Carroll

Original poetry from the twisted mind of a Veteran overcoming SMI. All rights reserved.

break-ups

  • Living Alone, I Bemoan

    This living alone This living alone I bemoan To wake up To open my eyes and be…alone That empty feeling That rush of panic Upon my eyes opening I look and then I see No one there As if no one cares This living alone This living alone I bemoan All of this space Not… Read more

  • Honestly Broken

    You’re fat, bald and ugly You’re not getting any younger You crave success, knowledge, and wisdom Yet you do nothing to satisfy your hunger The way you waste opportunities It’s the worst kind of extravagance You loathe yourself For good reason And the way you treat your body, it’s almost treason Big Mike, just go… Read more

  • For the Love of Lourdes

    God, I love her, I love her so much But I’m afraid this love is one I cannot touch My love burns for her My body yearns for her But I must stay away For how long? Who knows? Maybe until my dying day My love for her grows But fear I do not show… Read more

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