by Flora Hannay

Image: Aldi Ho

PERCEPTIONS

By Flora Hannay

Perceptions linger in cold-stone air, Synchronised heartbeats, no one to care, How do you live without constraint, Standing tall without restraint?

Are my perceptions really true? Do you wake up fully anew? Or are my perceptions an illusion, Merely a warped, broken delusion?

Eyes stare in an empty hallway. Lost Personas modelled from clay, Modelled into a new shape My world your world- a skyscape. This is what so many have lost: That which comes at so high a cost This old life that I should love, Leaves me, nothing, a caged dove

You say you understand this sea Of troubles warped inside of me. But can you really see… If what is broken is inside of me?

If this is all everyone sees, If this is all you can perceive, Then how can I show that this disguise, Isn’t a reflection of what’s inside?