My journey : short poem

[*~EMMER~*]

My journey

Birds fly off to the winter sun,
Musicians play their tunes,
Sirens sound throughout the night,
And my own leaving looms

Ahead of me, and yet my path
Is still unknown to me.
I have no way of knowing,
How good my life might be.

Which path to take to lead me on,
So different from my past.
Which road will be my journey?
My own; my first, my last.


And critical stuff is welcome

 

[teadude]

That was a very good poem I enjoyed it, although it would be better with a few more verses, like which path you chose ect. But apart from that it had great rhyming and all the words you chose fit perfectly.

 

[*~EMMER~*]

The point is that i dont no which path i will choose. I dont have to choose yet, but i know that i will have to soon.

 

[ValkyrieRaven88]

I thought this was pretty good! I thought the second stanza was a little weak, but other than that, I really liked it.