My first poem, any advice welcome

A sea of stones around me Frigid sleet surrounds I can think of no worse fate Than to die above the ground

The tearing pain and aching With which I grapple as of late Meet the winding path I’m taking In the pursuit of something great

To let go of what’s behind me And look ahead into the fog That represents the great unknown Still safer than my demagogue

And though greatness, glory, the highest peaks I crave I need to call my bluff, Sometimes on nights such as tonight Love and safety would be enough.