A little Experiment

I'm not sure if this is an experiment or if this has some poetic merit. Feedback would be nice.


After “After Experience has Taught Me…”
Dan Feuerbach

It was revealed to me, in a dream, the romance
I sought with her was a futile fantasy;

He went over to her house last night and
knocked on the door for half an hour.

The decision was final, of her accord, not mine.
The patterns existing for years came to pass.

She wanted him gone, but he wouldn’t leave.
He demanded she speak with him, she cried.

I’ll never know happiness, I’ll never know victory.
Any chance of either is a matter of God’s will, not mine.

She called me at two in the morning, she didn’t
know what to do. I said I’d try.

I’m devoid of any acceptance, my ability to express love
will always be ignored. I’ll only know rejection, agony and sorrow.

When I showed up there was a beer in his hand.
I told him he needed to leave. He told me;

I will never be complete without her, I’ll never know
joy without her, I’ll never leap free from the inevitable.

She was the only women who could love him, this
was total, irrevocable isolation from his destiny.

And you, waste-product, what self do you know?
Crying over words typed on a screen.
What use, what conceivable purpose
could your life be worth?