Vacancy



My shoulder bears nothing,
but it feels so heavy.

My hand is free,
but it is confined.

A pillow on my head,
but feels hard as a rock.

My blanket all over me,
but warmth I didn't feel.

My heart is filled with joy,
but there's a spot vacant.

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