An Inability to Tread

I like playing with my words...tend to occasionally use a good dose of alliteration...and I try rhyming when I feel creative. XD

The wind-lashed trees whisper out to me as I make my way out to the sea.
I look up and see the stars; they're beaming down, almost incessantly. I
plunge into the cold glass of water and wonder for a moment what this
all means. These hands, this boat, this paddle. Why must I row so hard?
Wouldn't it be easier to let go and let the wind do the job? These
monsoons, blowing me across waves so diligently. Almost as if speaking a
language, no, not almost, indeed it is. A native tongue I never knew
existed, until she herself had the courtesy of telling me. My muscles
grow worn, my hair shorn from the now razor sharp waters. One who was so
kind is now the foe, and I furiously fight for my life. Quickly it
turns into a losing battle, and I sink deeply into the catacomb-like
depths of the blue. Why now? Why so soon? She'll never tell me.

Author's Note

The first few works I'll be putting up are from early this year, and my writing style tends to change now and then. Comments would be appreciated.

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

Quite intriguing and enjoyable to read you paint great imagery with your words!
I was drawn in from the start!

[Sir Altitude]

Thank you! I just found this place today, I can't believe I'm already getting some responses...wow.

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. wow ... that's quite an image ... and it's all so vivid ... but reads like prose to me ... or maybe i'm just prosaic ... yet ... a great sample of fine writing ...