This Is Where Our Language Ends
SARAH EL-SAYAD
Hunt for the key to the universe
With my pistol and my whip.
Face the roaring waves of the ocean.
Catch the wallows of the wind.
Holding myself on the brink of sleep,
Through wild tracks, I descend.
Should I have known it is beyond words?
This is where our language ends.
Windows down with his hand on your thigh,
Driving past the city lights.
A deep yearning to merge with the stars,
To become larger than life.
Such a sight has never made you feel
How discontentment extends
To the very path you chose to lead.
This is where our language ends.
The cliff stands tall
Against the wailing waves
As though it knows
This fury will soon cave.
A quiet bystander
To capsizing ships
And devious sirens,
Of your mind they grip.
To think I was safe
As silence drowns
Below the shallow.
Lone and unbound.
Hiding underneath
The dark surface
Is the solution
And the purpose.
Nothing could hurt us
That can be found
In the corners of
A mind unwound.
It’s been told, this was all by design.
Look for the horizon’s bend,
Where the sun will surely rise again.
This is where our language ends.
The breeze tickles my skin from this height.
Deep breath, eyes closed, and suspend.
Fastest before you hit the bottom,
This is where our language ends.
As the water strokes my deepest hurt,
Relief is coaxed from my heart
To make sense out of new beginnings.
This is where my story restarts.
Sarah El-Sayed is a passionate Philosophy student who enjoys writing poetry in her free time. She is inspired by and incorporates existential themes into her work. As an unpublished author, she is currently focused on strengthening her body of work.
