Poem by Preddy Rampersad
Sometimes it's hard to say how
you feel when your heart aches,
teardrops and your throat dries
from the pain.
Sometimes life becomes harder to
endure, when the most precious,
priceless treasure slips, as sand
in a child's hand.
Sometimes I wished I possessed no heart,
No soul, no mind and life, as my
escape from the agonies of life.
But what would it profit
me to live life as an
empty shell. I would give
it all if only to be loved
by you but for a moment.
Love is the essence of life.
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