Poem - Alone on the Train

Endless contemplation
While waiting at the station.

Two minutes before arrival.
The eager crowd park at the doors,
Their lives run at a race-pace.

Esteemed by suits and leather shoes.
Ignorantly armed with handheld of choice:
PSP, iphone, Nintendo DS

I wonder why there are fewer people,
And yet less space.

Inanimates on board.
It is quite laughable;
This cold silence.

One can only hope to feel the warmth,
From the - "life-form"
Spaced one seat away.

In a dream state
And lost in their own realms.

Command Input:
Give up seat to pregnant lady.
The signs tell them what to do.

An infant breaks the silence,
Crying out against the boredom.
Only to reiceve chilling stares.

Where has the Creator gone?
I send these things back with disapproval.


Written for a Literature assignment. Turned out alright although there isn't a recognisable form and no rhyme either. :\
A poem on a train ride.