Rain spoils

A free verse poem

Published in
2 min readJun 25, 2023


rain spoils
crops, unpaved roads, running grounds
fresh paint, white shoes,
moods, plans.

clothes hang threadbare on a thin rope outside
two mine, three my lover’s,
thrifted happiness, pricey numbness,
no rescue missions for either.



Blue Insights

I write because i’m aware of the power words have. I use mine to tell stories, occasionally rant on social issues and turn my life and self into poetry.