Pushed In The Deep End Poem by Timothy David

I was pushed in to the deep end
But I’m afraid to fly
But I’ll have to say it feels good to fall
Like the tears fall from my eyes

The roses a red in the garden
But I feel the breath of a storm
And if this rain keeps falling
We got to find a way to stay warm

And I'm loving this conviction
Even though I’m not to blame
Someone has to be the loser
Cause life is just a game

But you don’t have to ask me twice
To come along with you
When you offer so much happiness
I still don’t believe it’s true

But if I go and see what happens
I might begin to find
A way to keep these poison thoughts
From swimming through my mind

But still the past finds ways to haunt me
And bring me to my knees
Like a church of blind believers
Hoping someone hears there pleas

When I see all the winners
Smiling like the sun
The devils in my head climb back
And I’m loaded like a gun

I’m not an angry person
But these fires in my brain
And driving me to madness
They are driving me insane

And with no one here to help me
I’m falling ever deeper
Just waiting for the call
Of my old friend the reaper

And I’ve tried to call him over
More than once or twice
To end this life of pain and hurt
Oh wouldn’t that be nice!