LE FOSSE

                                                                      Le fossé                                                                                                      
                                                                                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                                                                                             

                                                        Le fossé s'est creusé                                                                                              

                                                        Voilà bien des années                                                                                             

                                                        Et de quelle manière                                                                                                

                                                        Suis tombée dans l'ornière  ?                                                                                  

                                                        N'ai pu en remonter                                                                                                  

                                                        Dans le fond, suis restée                                                                                        

                                                        Qui pourra m'en sortir?                                                                                            

                                                        Pour ne plus en souffrir!                                                                                          

                                                        Il s'est creusé un jour,                                                                                              

                                                        Et cela pour toujours  !                                                                                             

                                                        Mais à quoi bon lutter                                                                                               

                                                        Quand on y est tombé !                                                                                            

                                                        Je ne sais pas comment,                                                                                        

                                                        J'ai glissé lentement   ,                                                                                             

                                                        N'ai pu me retenir                                                                                                      

                                                        Il  fallait en finir !...                                                                                                      

                                                        Tout cela me dépasse                                                                                             

                                                        Et je me sens si lasse,                                                                                            

                                                        Alors subis mon sort                                                                                                

                                                        Peut-être ai-je tort ?                                                                                                   

                                                        Je me suis résignée !...                                                                                            

                                                         Et je me sens perdue                                                                                              

                                                         Ecartelée, vaincue...                                                                                                  

                                                         Dans un gouffre sans fond                                                                                     

                                                         Fait que je me morfonds                                                                                         

                                                         Je ne pouvais penser                                                                                              

                                                         Tomber dans ce fossé  ......                                                                                    

                               MOCOTTE                                                                                                                                            

                                                                                 écrit en 1955                                                                                       

Comments

[adeline]

tjr de beau poème continu comme sa c supére , adeline

[mocotte]

merci encore je suis contente que ça te plaise