Les jours \u00e9tirent leur long ruban
Le temps s’allonge, ne court plus
Mon encre est s\u00e8che, ma plume nue
Mon monde s’\u00e9tiole lentement<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Le labeur qui me tient en vie
Me pilonne, m’\u00e9crase et m’abat
Les t\u00e2ches absurdes et sans joie
Aspirent toute mon \u00e9nergie<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mon imaginaire se d\u00e9lite
Au rythme de chaque battement
D’un c\u0153ur vid\u00e9, agonisant
Victime des douleurs qui l’agitent<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mon esprit fuit, bat la campagne
Incapable d’encore lutter
Face aux attaques empoisonn\u00e9es
De cette torpeur qui le gagne<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Je suis rong\u00e9 par l’amertume
De ne pouvoir hurler mes maux
De livrer mes \u0153uvres au chaos
L’\u00e2me alourdie par cette enclume<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mon moral s’affaisse lourdement
Dans l’h\u00e9b\u00e9tude je m’enlise
Contamin\u00e9 par la b\u00eatise
Qui rend ce monde ali\u00e9nant<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Je souffre de vivre en silence
Une existence trop \u00e9loign\u00e9e
D’une vie id\u00e9alis\u00e9e
Par les lectures de l’enfance<\/p>\n\n\n\n
J’aimerais pouvoir tout quitter
Faire de mon art ma subsistance
Envoyer toute cette engeance
Au diable et vivre en libert\u00e9.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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