Ramène-moi

 Hé l’ami, puis-je compter sur toi ?

Quand la noirceur envahira mon âme,viendras-tu avec une torche ?
Quand mes mots couleront à flots,m’écouteras-tu?
Hé l’ami,ramène -moi
Quand je prendrai le mauvais chemin
Ramène-moi
Quand mes prises de décisions seront à l’encontre de mes principes éthiques 

Ramène-moi
Quand la force éolienne de la vie m’entraînera dans le fossé de la mort
Quand je n’en pourrai plus, quand l’envie de ne rien faire primera, quand l’anxiété me gagnera et qu’en moi le stress sera
-Ramène-moi
-Où ça? Chez toi?
Je n’ai pas de chez moi. Chez soi est un lieu de paix, de bonheur,il n’existe pas à mes dépends 
Le jour où t’auras l’impression que je sombre, l’impression que mes membres ne me tiennent plus et que je tombe
Quand la brise finira par parcourir mes cellules et que mon corps tremblera, ne pars pas en trombe
Prends ma main et ramène-moi
Quand je ferai trop semblant 
Quand à nu sera mon cœur trop sanglant 
Et quand même la longueur interminable de mes monologues sans blanc
Je veux que tu me ramènes quand mon masque de l’homme heureux tombera en public
Quand les critiques fuseront et atteindront ma personne
Et quand mes larmes seront bien plus que de simples mots, je veux que tu les comprennes 
Hé l’ami, puis-je compter sur toi ?
Quand la noirceur envahira mon âme, brilleras-tu mon être?
Quand mes maux seront insupportables,me soulageras-tu ?
Hé l’ami…
L’ami…
Putain,il est parti


                    Hr✍🏾🖤

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