COEUR BRISE

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               
                                                           COEUR BRISE                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

                                                    Je suis désespérée                                                                                                               

                                                     Sans vie  , écartelée                                                                                                            

                                                     Mon corps va à vau- l'eau                                                                                                    

                                                     Je n'ai pas de radeau                                                                                                          
                                                                                                                                                                                                 
                                                                                                                                                                                                 

                                                     J'ai l'âme en sanglots                                                                                                          

                                                      Fontaine  coule à flots                                                                                                          

                                                      Le  chagrin me submerge                                                                                                     

                                                      Ne peux gagner la berge  .                                                                                                 

                                                      Et je reste sans arme                                                                                                            

                                                      Tout cela est mon drame .                                                                                                    

                                                      Une histiore sans issue                                                                                                        

                                                      D'un  bel amour déçu .                                                                                                         
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

                                                      Il n'en reste plus rien                                                                                                             

                                                      Amour qui fut le mien                                                                                                            

                                                      Rien de ce coeur brisé                                                                                                          

                                                      Qu'on ne peut recoller !                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                                                   

                                                       Chiffonné, tout flétri                                                                                                              

                                                       Vieux parchemin jauni                                                                                                         

                                                       En lambeau , déchiré                                                                                                          

                                                       Un pauvre coeur brisé!....                                                                                                    

                                    Mocotte   ecrit en 1954                                                                                                                           

Comments

[adeline]

tjr de beau poème continu comme sa c supére , adeline

[mocotte]

Merci pour ton commentaire j'espère que la suite te plaira