The Desert Escape

Most of my writing will be complete nonsense to most people. I wrote this due to the influence of Absurdism which I am currently studying in Drama.

Let's take a look at this representation. 
What do I remind you of?
A ship sailing into the sunset amidst turbulent seas?
A wrinkle in the face of youth and vitality?
A coffee stain on the yellowed pages of ancient text?
A splatter of paint on neglected walls?
Am I all of these things?
Or am I nothing?
My hair imitates the motion of adolescent crops, springing up from the Earth, excited for the coming season. 
My hair imitates the leaves which lives expire mercilessly at the dawn of darkened times. 
Is this a face of positive reflection or a face of future doom yet to come?
What may I be?
The lips which used to blossom with passion now sit like weeds on the skin of many shades.
I am many: or am I none?
Once I was standing, now I am laying. 
Broken, broken, broken.
My back is broken. 
Who caused this?
Hands, hands are clamping my ears, my eyes. 
Why?
Where am I?
My eyes are so dry, so wet, I can see visions of a former life.
Life.
What can it mean?
What do I mean?
My eyes are so curious, so alive, yet so vacant.
Where are my thoughts?
Words.
Words have escaped me. 
I feel them form on my lips but hands hurl them away.
Hands.
Hands are in my mind, tugging the strings of my skeleton. 
I'm walking. Staggering. 
Don't.
No.
Please.
Not the water.
I.
I can't.
I can't breathe.
Please.
My back is broken.
Please.

Floating, drifting, lifeless.
Where am I?

Author's Note

Please do excuse the punctuation errors, if any. I mainly wanted to concentrate on the actual meaning given more than anything else.

Reviews

[ObscurityNone]

Promising.

[Enid Blake]

Lots of description ;)

[Stephen C Morgan]

Thank you very much! :P

[C.C. Marx]

very detail and really well written!

[Stephen C Morgan]

Thank you for your comment!