Fatima Loudahi

Violence

Violence qui ne se dit, ne se voit, ne s’entend pas, mais se goutte les yeux fermés emplis de larmes.

Ironie d’un oubli, qui nous poursuit, nous pourri.

Complet est le déni, mais de toutes ses formes je me remplis.

Tremble l’esprit d’en souffrir, du corps il resurgit

Idées troubles,

Morte, par peur de m’y confronter, au risque d’en mourir. Mélanger le passé et le présent

Encore il faut mentir, pour ne pas subir

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Published on e-Stories.org on 02/01/2023.

 
 

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