It looks like a lot to the roundel, a French kind of versification consisting in 5 stanzas, the first 4 of 4 verses each, the last one of 5.

I would call it a double-roundel, even thou it has no propper name yet

an example of it is this poem of mine; .

Rotten Shreds

By Ian M. Andrade

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Rotten you in the piety once I had

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To your worst enemy, I thought the past

As I could not see yet that here you are

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To be blamed, the only one

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Faith is not a rule for you

As you are not fortune's fools

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You and your empty soul

Are fortune's wh$!#

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My bad, your soul is not empty for sure

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But with fears and insecurities full

All of the above broke the moon

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Of your God's given allure.

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Yes, because once I saw a horizon I made myself

Barefoot I took the chance, and I scored by theft

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Since I dimmed in me the greatest value of life,

Not by all mastered, that was my height.

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I used to measure my own

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By dreams and expectations

And the strength to don't go down

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Enhanced by my former affections.

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But I should thank my hesitations

For covering up with mud

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For being hit by your paws

For becoming your future's pawn.

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Now I want you out the livery

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Leave not my head or memory

For as, how am I to don't mess up?

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In this game so called love?

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As with you, Again? Not a chance

Differently? It's a no doubt crash

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Since I was born with no love-lack

Now I must work in the loving part.

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Do leave my heart, however

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Thy I have to accept you're still on it

But not in a corny, cheesy bladder

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But in the darken shreds, lit is spilling

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Ashes of hatred and despite

Towards the life once I had,

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I know, don't tell me

It was ALL in my mind.

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