Ana

Ana

A Poem by Father Mojo

“Alone” is what they found on your wall,
Hand-written in a desperate scroll.
Tell me, what could have led you to this,
To contemplate pills, or slicing wrists?
In what torments were you forced to dwell
Trading your life for an empty shell?

© 2010 Father Mojo


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Added on February 19, 2010
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Father Mojo
Father Mojo

Carneys Point, NJ



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