The Endless Loop

The musty smell of old carpet,

Locked up rooms and stale air.

Dirty scuff marked corridors

Of faded yellowing paint.

 

Row after monotonous row of stark white desks,

Old wobbly chairs,

And dark black screens

Staring blindly down an empty room.

 

Locked doors leading to grubby corridors.

Small stale rooms

Overflowing with chairs

And awkward unmanageable desks.

 

Uninspiring murmured silence,

Mutterings to screens and whispers to colleagues.

Airconditioning hum ambiance

Seeping through dirty brown ceiling vents.

 

Craig

29/01/2025

 

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