Focus yourself
Earth yourself
Look at the light as it forms shadows on the boot
Look at the chip in the nail varnish
Hear the incessant tapping of impatient fingers
The rustle of the newspaper
See the travellers checking their watch, shifting weight aimlessly from foot to foot
The snippet of conversations you pick up
The occasional but consistent nudge of your neighbours bag
Feel the eyes looking you up and down
The train throwing you around
The shuffle the shuffle
The tap
The light
The rustle
The sighs
Phones pinging, bags swinging
Tap tapping of Nails on screens
The heat rising up you neck
The anxiety in your chest
The compression of your lungs
Not enough air
What did you even order from pretty little thing
Move out of the way, it's the refreshment trolley
Pressure like tinned sardines but twice as slimey
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
