Xavier Poem by Ramona Thompson

Part of the psychic poem project. If this touches you, please let me know.

Thanks

XXX moans rattle the walls of this haunted motel
Answers are what you seek so desperatly
Violent ghostly tempers are scaring away all your best customers and bringing forth the threat of a foreclosure on your dream
Innocent you claim to be in all of this, yet still there seems to linger unanswered questions surrounding your possible guilt
Eightteen angry souls surround you
Reaching out they all point bitter, accuing fingers and shake fists of rage

Any idea why?

Speak to me

2008 Ramona Thompson