Writing Poetry in the Luggage Rack

imageTake a close look at the above picture, can you see the feet reflected in the window ?

Well those feet belong to me and I am sitting in the train luggage rack, what was I doing ? Read on to find out.


Standing on a platform, feeling detached,
I’m not tap-tapping on my phone.
Instead I have pen and paper out,
Writing as I’m travelling home.

Boarding the train feeling stared at,
I have no daily newspaper.
So instead I write down thoughts,
To be edited into poems later.

Riding the train feeling out of place,
Feeling eyes burning into my back.
Because I have taken the last free seat,
So guiltily I perch on the luggage rack.

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