When I Say Goodbye Poem by Unic Cjonr

When I Say Goodbye
Day by day, hour into hours. Selected I was not, predictive I will never be, not to be you, not until the blind man sees. Virtual curiosity is the cat with a worth of sins, counted by the measurement within the lift, tunnelling the light just to reach the path to heaven. Before you fire the flame by the way you die, last of your useless words to be remembered, will never touch the ceiling in the sky. You never did care when you were alive, bleeding to your next step into deaths lair, why now the will to try. Live life, have your say, because you may, .else, just another sigh, when I say goodbye.