A Strange Haiku Sort of Thing

Decades of the same,
This deterioration.
Yet I’m still alive.

None to place the blame,
No real retaliation.
Nothing can survive.

Yet I sit here still,
I know that pain isn’t real.
That for which I pine
Really only in my mind.

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