Treasure Island

Lee Steel


Les Silences Infinies


Ta choix de me gommer
De ton histore écrite
Par les phobias, les obsessions et le mécontentement

Nous sommes tous les deux progénitures
De pères alcholiques
De parents absents
D'obsessions réeles
Leur silences les nôtres
La peur d'abandon qui nous hante
A rendu une relation impossible
Moi à l'encontre, toi à l'encontre

Cette musique mélancholique continue à jouer
Ne cesse jamais à me frequenter
Dans les rues, les salons, les chambres
Pendant les ineffables silences
De ton regard furieux
Livide et sans recours
Jamais finis

Submitted: Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 15, 2014

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