Yes I Will

The first is a series of 15-Year-Old Poetry:


Yes I will allow you to look into my eyes
Even he with white-washed walls will not soon arise
Many scores of caverns deep, and lush forests' cries
Have I transversed, beaten, drowned, and let myself despised

Down within the pupil, that murky marred stone
The light of a thousand burnt-out candles has forever shown
The pain inside it, strong and lean, is leagues from having flown
It remains there, drawing, feeding; stalwart in its tomb

Jammed in golden laurel leaves the king stands so tall
Mice to men, and babes to beasts he watches as it falls
In the stillness of that hour, he with rising power to call
Is the chaos of the night, is the demon out of sight

Along the hill of fallen men the glory takes its toll
But in this way they did not drop for you to mete and dole
You would yourself have beaten down, to shake to stir to stone
All in the spite that you just can't see what makes a poet's soul