Poem: Poisoning the Well (Un)Intentionally

He carries venom in his voice
As he curses at the poisons
They want to inject in his body
Believing that his friends know
Better than the doctors and
Better than simple probability

Poem: Empty Streets for Empty Souls

Empty streets feel lonely
Even in the yellow lights
Of ever burning street lamps
Casting pale shadows
On late evening wanders
Meandering cracked paths
Leading to locked doors
Shuttered windows dark
No safe harbor in the night