Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)

This train.

This train,
It is peaceful
And quiet.

Soon,
My phone will die,
My watch will run out of charge.

And, then,
I'll be stuck with
The raindrops, falling, in the window.

With the
Calming drum
Of the train moving onwards,

And the
Faint sounds
Of other passengers whispering,

And the
Gentle whirring
Of the heating keeping me warm.

I will not know the time,
I will not know my messages,
I will only know peace.

For the short,
21 minutes,
That I am riding

This train.