my eyes are like an alphabet:
composed of imperfect ch4r4ct3r5,
each representing an infinite number of
subtly varying meanings.
i try to write a plea in my cornea,
hoping someone will read it, but
flawed symbols scramble the message.
letters swirl together, attempting to
string together a connected thought but only
smudging into tpyos adn contradictions.
two dark pupils gaze at the world,
filled with the intensity of a hidden meaning,
like a spiral of confusing vowels
that unravel into a scream.
irises swimming with 's's and 'a's and 'd's
hide a tangle of grey thoughts -
but eventually, the 's's transform
into 'g's and 'l's, letters that trace a
golden ring around my pupils.
there isn't a word for every feeling
nor a letter for every sound but
i guess there's a feeling for every feeling
and maybe that's enough?