I Am Like A Stray Dog Poem by Mark Heathcote

I am like a stray dog
with only ghosts for company.
Who wants some innocent of tragedy to love me?
Who won't scare me and remind me of my past life?
Who won't hate me, bite my sorry head off,
be a viper patrolling her baron empty nest?
Who isn't full of viper venom blood,
reading every false sign as a gamble,
that'll lead to being spiteful,
wishing to take my life?
Always vengeful down to even my ancestors in paradise.