A Sword With No Home

A poem about me discovering myself again, inspired by Miyamoto Musashi's teachings

Along the shores lay a sword with no home
A man with dark black hair and auburn eyes
He wanders through the town alone
With nowhere to go he wanders endlessly
Eyes wander and stare at him
He only looks forward
Staring into the heavens

Author's Note

What do you think of the length? Is it too short?
What can I do to write better?

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

This is powerful way of writing. Good imagery. You have written a great poem philosophically inclined

[ash]

Thank you so much. :)