Commute

Commute

Commute

The image bleeds

Hard glass distorts

Reflections of captivity

Homeward bound

The eyes beseech

Visions of distorted hope

But this will pass

And comfort close around

Their aching thirst

A time-table dictates this

The lost and found

Journeys on a merry go round

Feet will accelerate to meet

Impatient minds

Hungry with anticipation

And the train will cause to move

Reflections that scrape and slide

On glass that carries a parting kiss