Missed call (Ben's thread)

An evening of a friends’ time of celebration
the venue was steeped in birthday decoration.
The atmosphere full of his special occasion
This night almost staged; my early cremation!

The night flowed-over as I fuelled my delight
slowly my mind warped as I walked up a flight.
Stairs seemed to twist from my blurry eye-sight
a few more steps to encounter my plight.

My hands slipped my mind and also my feet
I stretched out my life; to salvage this feat.
But deaths door was open; and ready to greet
I was so close to its heart; I could hear no beat!

A tumble in time; where memories were lost
unaware of the price of pleasures high cost!
A flick of a dark coin was pitched and tossed;
and ‘Here lies Michael’ already embossed!

Frantic-faint distortion; I could barely hear-
“Mikes dead, Mike dead; please-all keep clear!
Was I!? So I thought; I feel numb to the fear
But no!; my life just rested upon on left my ear!

So I cheated a notch-up; on the reapers claw
Death turned a cheek; and closed its ashen-grey door.
So I write my tale; with both feet on the floor
I still have flash backs of my earlier-missed call!