Hervé Sabattier en Poésie, Inspiration, Poetry HR Corporate Consultant - HR Interim Director • Maurel & Prom 27/11/2016 · 1 min de lectura · +800

Bleeding


Bleeding















Burning the bark until I bleed
Nailing the doors, be imprisoned
Living of dreams, waking too long
Praying shadows, walking along


I tell myself it will take time
Although I write it in a rime
Nowhere I am, nothing I do
Can erase you, I think of you


Passing the days, empty furrows
Without love, full of sorrows
Turning the winds, trying my chance
Relentlessly stays the absence


Telling myself it is the fate
Not getting old one can’t forget
Nowhere I am, nothing I do
Can erase you, I think of you


Although I learnt, I never knew
Why I am bleeding and not you


There is no king and no offense
No god or chain that one can’t fight
But which power, which kind of light
Which weapon breaks indifference?


This is not fair, a script disguise
Like an insult, worse than despise
Although I learnt, I never knew
Why I am bleeding and not you 




Hervé Sabattier - November 2016

From Jean-Jacques Goldman (Pas toi)