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Alone in this room full of memories
I'm staring at the wall
This terrifying wall which saw me growing up.
Straight, cold, dark
I'm afraid to move
It would break this uneasy silence
And the wall would hear me.
A room where I lived
Or more survived
I feel empty like a fool
And lonely.
Where are all of them ?
Why am I alone ?
Am I a monster ?
It's probably true.
I want to cry in a deep laugh
A living desire to sleep
And never wake up.
A century ago, I have been happy.
I have loved the smell of bread
I have hugged my friends so thighly
But then something broke.
Nothing happened, but I felt myself falling down.
I have everything to be happy
Friends, family, job, lover...
Everything, I really should smile !
But so, then, why am I crying ?
Février 2018
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J'aime beaucoup cette phrase de fin, c'est la deuxième fois que je l'utilise !
J'espère que les bilingues parmi vous auront fait l'effort de lire ce poème qui, à la base, était pour un devoir de Littérature Anglaise !
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Ps à guillaume: je n'arrive pas à consulter ta page, j'en suis désolée ! Essaye de m'envoyer un URL
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