What Is The Remedy Really? Poem by RIC BASTASA

at dawn
i palpitate
and then
i anticipate
something
difficult and
unnecessary like
some questions of
why can't i really
get out from here
how long had i been
here
hibernating in utter
fear of what
i cannot really fully
explain
only if i know it
completely perhaps
i can find a way
a cure
only if i know the
real cause
or if as i have predicted
i must have refused
knowing it despite
the face i face
despite the nearness
of what i can really
touch
or is it simply
because there is no
known remedy for

unrequited love?