30-Day Poetry: 29

Day 29—Briefly research a poetic form of your choice and write a poem according to the rules of that particular form. (I chose the pantoum.)

PTSD Pantoum

Stand in front of me, where I can see you.
Wake me up slowly, gently.
Don’t worry; it’s just post-traumatic stress.
Some “jokes” aren’t jokes—

Wake me up slowly, gently.
Next time, I will be prepared. I’ll kill you.
Some “jokes” aren’t jokes—
I need to sit with my back to a wall, where I can see the door.

Next time, I will be prepared. I’ll kill you.
Never put your hands on my neck.
I need to sit with my back to a wall, where I can see the door.
Thanks for letting me know you’re an asshole.

I don’t run wearing headphones anymore.
Don’t worry; it’s just post-traumatic stress.
I haven’t forgotten what happened.
Stand in front of me, where I can see you.

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