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Stephen Rutledge May 2017
To discover,

The very ending,
So shrouded,
In what beautiful beginning,

Isn't it disturbing,
How that gentle wording,

Mangle to such detest.
Stephen Rutledge May 2017
The royal blue night sky,
When that moon ever so high,

Amongst the stars,
Gravity do pull this mind,

And how it glance,
Through wrinkled eyes,
This galaxy so tightly close,

What time could have been,
What time could have rose,

Though,

To be a story untold,
Lost to the universe,
No further our time unfold.
Stephen Rutledge May 2017
Away you put me,
Far from thought,

And the great distance,
What it tell,
As it truly befell,

Yesterdays love it flourished,

Todays,
To erase,

So away I am put,
A place you refuse to look.
Stephen Rutledge May 2017
That fathomless chasm,

How sheer those depths,
What misery to await,

To succumb this world to silence,
Beneath thy voice resounds,

Entranced to follow,
A foregone echo,
From times,
All lost to long ago,

Into that eerie gloom;
I am swallowed,

How that sweet whisper of thee abruptly cease,
As depths's end is reached,

And to be alone again,
Where even no shadow choose to dwell,
Trapped,
Thy darkness my cell.
Stephen Rutledge May 2017
An unjust hunger,

Your heart,
What peril it brings,

Oh the kindest of souls,
Settled upon thy cleansed plate,

Deemed delectable,
Yet such nourishment grown to hate,

Of hearts rich taste,
How thy rid tongue ridded,

Alas,
Our weary bone and flesh lay,
Bitter, aching,
We decay.
Stephen Rutledge Apr 2017
Wide eyes wandering,

To settle upon such an empty space,
Yet willingly, they must trace,

That vast collage,
The most toilsome jigsaw,

How loving that imagery,
Our hearts pieced together,
To accept you,
As my beloved forever,

Though,
A puzzle untimely broken,
Lost to a box,
Eternally unspoken,

The flicker of afterimages,

The best pieces of you,
Inhabiting such bare space,

This forsaken heart,
An utter disgrace.
Stephen Rutledge Apr 2017
As we fell,
Into those depths I proceed to dwell,

The devil emerges from your delicate shell,

Only to maliciously tell,
This world to endure would become my hell.
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