I, my life..

just some nonsense...since this life i live bore me to death..

..a spilled ink on a bare parchment..

a stain lost and left unerased...

a page crumpled and tattered....

a trash...

I am a blank, a story with a hanging ending....

a sticky touch of clay...damp and clingy in one's hands,

molded, and dried...

painted with colors, embellished with grace...

yet, with careless hands I was dropped,

pointed pieces dissapated, overlooked..

no one would pick me up...

a door shut close...

but remained quietly unlocked...

waiting for the owner to enter my sanctuary,

use me as a path to safe refuge,

but who would slide me open?

if everyone thought the key is broken...

a  mirror covered in indistinct blurrs...

you have to wipe me clear...

...to see yourself clearly through..

i possess no texture, only pure smoothness,

yet, no one rejoices in my touch..

I'm no raindrops,

i don't belong to the gray clouds nor the rain,

I am a single tear shed for pointless reasons...

out of bitternes, out of sweetness...

i only fall when needed...

A stone in near freefall,

I couldn't carry on soaring upward forever,

gravity pulls....it ruled my life all throughout...

who am i to argue with it?

the sky is not mine to hold...

i belong to the rough sediments,

where my jagged edges will never be soothed...

do dreams provide me any options?

I have to live, nevertheless...

no matter what it becomes,

i have to call even emptiness a life...

I, forbidden to fly...

I, a single lie...

Reviews

[H]

The poem itself is deep and dramatic. Your grammar however... It could use some work. A lot of it. I don't want to point out anything, whether you decide to revise or not is up to you, but if you ever need help with that, feel free to ask.

[A]

Doesn't sound like nonsense to me! :)