Random Thoughts Poem by Morgan A. Stephen

Lenses of my senses stretch
All my emotions are touched
I feel that I have unlocked
The unsolved mysteries
That I dentil denied

I fear to acknowledge the truth
Nobody wants to accept reality
But when you have been touched
It becomes a benign
It's recoiled into you

Tears of wasted times
Dreams molded and sculptured
A sepulcher of an oriented beauty
So phenomenal that word can't explain
I fear the lift the burrows
The deep hole
Been couched in a bedding that has no end
Perhaps a beginning
But yet no answers can ever be found

The mysteries so encrypted
That stretch to infinity
But what happens when you
Have only mortality to solve you answers