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.)
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.)
A terrible feeling. Luckily it is not a unique experience. We can all share in that.