Azrael's Whispers

Pointless?

Beautiful.
That was the first thing he thought
As he watched her with her soft brown hair
Baby blue eyes
And bold red lips.

Her voice was soft
Like angels voices
Her skin was smooth
Like heavenly clouds.
Her gait was cool
Like Aphrodites breath
And like that,
He knew,
He was claimed.

Paying him no notice,
She went her way.
A queen
Sure of herself
A woman who knew her place.

Pencil in hand,
He'd made a picture of her
Places by His bedside
She was his reason
To hold on to life

Constantly in his thoughts
Plaguing his dreams
The poor boy,
Alas,
Was in love.

Tell her,
His mind argued
And free us from this unknown
Servitude.
Each day he said he would
But never did
Because
Deep down
He knew
To his level,
She could never...
Stoop

Opposite hers,
Was his locker
And for her sake,
Each day,
He'd linger.
A beating awaited
More curses than prayers
His home was a battleground of abuse
But her smile
Made the pain of it all
Defuse.

He sits in his bed
And up in his head,
He chants her name.
She is His mantra
The leave he needs
To rest.

He is bullied by others
And often be has seen her
Watching from the sides
As he is bruised and battered
But tho she helps him not,
Still she hit him not
And do him,
That,
Was enough.

Never been paid a compliment,
That fateful day,
She sent a smile his way
And the pills in his bag
We're tossed in the trash

Another time came
And he had his laces were undone
Completely
Removed.
He'd found a nice spot
In the park
And would visit
After dark.
She saw him that noon
She waves and called his name
And that night,
The park never saw his face.

But as with all good things,
They had to separate.
And though she never knew It,
He made a vow,
For her,
He'd wait.
Ten cycles of the seasons
Now a man in society's leading
He came for her.

He met her in the park
Where once upon a time,
He should have had his last gasp.
She was pushing a stroller
And in it,
Was a toddler.
She was on the phone talking
And her eyes were crinkling,
In laughter.

His chest hurt.
His eyes burned.
She was the girl he'd loved
Since before even prom.
Through the tears,
He made his way to his car
Opened the door
And locked it up.
He went home and up to his room
Sat on his bed

He called up his lawyers
And divided his estate
She will be taken care of,
He said to himself.
Before him were three options
The gun the bottle or the knife.

He called up the undertaker
And and paid for the necessary details
And urn he said
He didn't deserve a casket.
No he didn't!

So all things ready,
He called the police,
Have his address,
Went to his garden and watched the sun set.
And as the first stars shone,
He departed from us.

On the news she heard
And saw his face.
She remembered him
He was that shy kid in her class
Who'd smile at her everyday
With an emotion she couldn't place.
It was sad he'd died that way
She thought
A brilliant man
With everything in the world to take.

She put the little babe in the stroller
And took him back to the park...
She sat beneath the tree in the park
And she read to her little brother.
She told him of a boy she knew
Long ago.
Who'd been pushed
And prodded and battered
And who was scared.

She spoke of a man who's rises above his past
A man who'd conquered his limits
She told the child of the boy who she'd once known
Who sat alone
With whom she'd have like to be close
But Now
Was gone.

Her phone rang.
She smiled and picked up.
Her sister was home.
She looked at the boy...
It was time to go.

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I'm dedicating my next chapter to anyone who can tell me why The poem is named, "Pointless?"
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