The Ghost Of Laramie By Elliot Costanzo Poem by Anonymous Poetic

As the soul that belongs to me
Passes into a world where God will finally love me
I feel a pull, from the grief
Of the people, in Laramie
I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe
But now I must use my voice to speak
I am the Ghost of Laramie
And I did nothing wrong
I never touched that man
I know I was drunk, but I know for a fact, I didn't touch that man.
I was lured out, robbed, and then hit again and again
How could I have touched him when I couldn't even feel my own hands?
Feared for his life? HOW could he say he feared for his life when my ENTIRE life I have feared for mine?