White Wall Anxiety Poem by Robert Powell

These stark white walls give anxiety
And we know lifes spice is variety
Yet public buildings in totality
Are stark stark white

The drone of fluerescents bright
Ringing bell, an incessent blight
Empty soul, resentful fight
That dark dark light

There is art above the desk
Yet by design it is bereft
Of substance, it is death
The park, not park at night

Here I sit to be told
Time I bend into the fold
You've strength yet to be sold
Ye marque marque right

And when sat in psychiatry
They say to identify anxiety
And I can point and say its thee
It's stark, stark white.