A poem I wrote

The feeling it brings
Is unclear you see
A sense of satisfaction or self-pity?
Is melancholia the needed term?

The heart knocks, like love
But to no answer
A loss or lack is what greets
Opening that small apartment door
To a blank wall, white and unadorned

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