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
