If today was a texture it would be course wool
The kind that makes you itch as it touches your skin
If today was a colour it would grey
The kind of colour of breeze blocks that they use to build prison walls
If today was an emotion it would sorrow
The kind of emotion you know you want to cry
But don’t cos you’re afraid you’ll never stop
If today was a sense it be summed up in a look
The kind of look that disengages you from looking towards the light
If today was a time it would be ten to two
Kind of a time you need time to yourself
But know in reality that’s it’s not going happen until after five
It on days like these that you have to get through
For you never know tomorrow might be
yellow in colour and have the texture of silk
©Copyright 2013 by June Bolland
