Poem: Chaotic Banking Hall

Yesterday I was at the bank, and it was an experience I've never seen before. I felt the need to write about it. But this time in a poem.

picture is mine****

The sun pierced through the window pane
But my feelings are so mundane.
I was waiting patiently to resolve my pain.
In a chaotic banking hall, I sit again.*

Customers complain and bawl,
Tellers making the call.
It's all rant and rave,
It's like a market in a cave.

There's no money in the ATM.
And the lines are getting grim.
A woman in a brightly coloured dress,
Shouting that her money's in a mess.

The manager tries to soothe their rage,
But it's like trying to soothe a cage,
I sat there cool and sage.
Watching the whole scenario fade.