Poem On A Train

This morning I wrote a small poem on the train on the way to work. I may add it to my collection which I will be publishing on Amazon shortly. 

Imprisoned; like a battered cod.

Bars on windows, frozen time.

The kettle boils, I hear it click

And yet my gaze is stuck on the grass or

The keys in locks that no longer turn.

The tea-bag flops into the cup

Deathly silence welcomes ears until

Stir the cup and rinse the bag

Then imagine walking through the wall

While sipping bitter, over-brewed fluid.