Best Poem of J. Fern Mossely

The Depths Of Despair
I've often wondered what the depths of despair is like.
Now I know.
Can there be words to express such grief?
Such sorrow?
Such anguish?
No, there is not.
One can only try to simplify into words ones feelings in a state such as this.
The meadows and brooks of this mighty land moan in my sorrow.
The . . .
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The The Depths Of Freedom (What A Beautiful Night)
Like dew pearls glistening on a moonlit winters night, were the hours before dawn in her memory.
She wanted to treasure this moment.
To keep within the very depths of her soul the picture of her last night in this world.
Great Orion in the sky looked upon her; almost, she could see a knowing smile play across his features.
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