Sadness creeps into my eyes,
clamps around my heart,
clings to my chest,
crawls under my skin,
turning me cold.
(A micro poem by R.L.Sharpe.)
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Rochelle L. Sharpe 
A terrible feeling. Luckily it is not a unique experience. We can all share in that.