The Old Watchtower Poem by Jaime ReyesHildel

I climb the stairs of the old watchtower
I climb so high I don’t know why

Passing by the glare of the outer stares
I can only see the roof of more staires

The windows look inside but I cant pay attention
The people ask why I rise but I cant answer

The column that I circle has been painted
From the ground and I walked much deeper
Into the ground.

I don’t know how long I must go,
im afraid iv barely started.