Sitting in a whitewall room,
designed for your comfort,
to help you unwind,
also to assure anyone
looking through the online prism
that this room
is a quality place
to spend a few nights.
The blankness of the paint
sterilises the mind,
and the best hope of sanity
lies beyond the window pane,
yet all you can see is the rain.
The walls scream in silence
for a splash of splendour,
just a dash of colour
to give them some way
of expressing themselves,
yet the whitewall smothers the
into brushstroke uniformity.
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