Harcelé
(18+)
Des mots représentant une souffrance Seul, frappé, snobé, mis de côté Aucune once de délivrance, Ne semble venir l'éclairer Une nouvelle journée se profil, Pour lui tout va se répéter. Quand est-ce que cela va s'arrêter ? Il n'en a aucune idée Les bleus s'accumulent sur son corps Parfois violet, noir ou vert. Il a hâte d'aller en en dehors De ce lieu lui rappelant l'Enfer. Vient sans prévenir ce jour mémorable, Où absolument toute sa vie a basculé, C'est dans une atmosphère insoutenable, Qu'arrive tant attendu sa liberté Tout devient d'un coup merveilleux. Riant, profitant du temps passé, Avec celle qui a réussi à le libérer De ce fatal cercle vicieux. Tout ceux l'ayant frappé, harcelé, Se retrouvent interrogés par les policiers. Ils auraient pu, indirectement, le tuer Et ainsi briser des avenirs à tout jamais. Plusieurs jours sont passés Il a laissé le couteau de côté. Savourant ce que la vie lui a donné : Une personne sur qui il peut compter.
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