Walking On Sharp Stones Poem by James Casey

Walking On Sharp Stones

Walking on sharp stones afraid to take a breath
I could cry in an instant as I stumble right and left

I'm crying I'm fragile I prefer this lonely life
I don't trust I don't see it surely gives me strife

So easy to quit this human race say goodbye to all this mess
So quiet I could easily leave a dash of selfishness

Walking on sharp stones try and understand this lonely place
Walking on sharp stones please don't ever look at my face

Why do I prefer these sharp stones less any expectations
There's many scars upon me now but none from lacerations

In constant pain a familiar place walking on sharp stones
Hurting myself, my soul, my spirit and trying to make it last

It's easier to walk on sharp stones then face the things that's haunting
So I keep on walking on sharp stones waiting for a life less daunting

Jim 1954