I’ve been late with my writing, but here is June challenge 15/6 /21. Earlier this year, something I struggled with was given a name: Other Specified Dissociative Discorder. I decided that my headmates deserved a tribute poem. Toivo liked this format, the villanelle, so I did it for him.
They don’t know you, but you’re real
I wake up and all of you are there
Pity I never know what I feel
You’re here because I couldn’t heal
You’re here because life isn’t fair
They don’t know you, but you’re real
I’d say for now it’s not ideal
All the real things I don’t share
Pity I never know what I feel
All our thoughts go around like a ferris wheel
Time is lost without a care
They don’t know you, but you’re real
You do what I can’t, that’s our deal
For there’s so much I can’t bear
Pity I never know what I feel
Those memories are like a trap of steel
Things to which I’m unaware
They don’t know you, but you’re real
Pity I never know what I feel
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