Another death

Some

have no choice

no voice

in their demise

You

given three times

a chance

denied thrice

the throw of lucky dice.

Gave it up.

Even I

could hear the knells;

the warning bells

not heeded.

Deaf to a death

that rattled before impact,

 With denial glimpse of ending  

Asking -

'What is happening to me?'

Not that life

could stretch to infinity.

Just asked for pause,

reflection;

veer of direction.

Other than

 a disruption to

your tune

of cock sure and bull

shit.

© grapher Feb 2015