The Color of Night

Bold streaks of amnesia paint the eyes,
sight lost and gained and folded into paranoia.
Was it tomorrow or today?
Wailing voices drone in the deepest parts of the ears,
whispers haunt the hallway of the mind.
Do I ever wake up?
Thoughts scare themselves into retreating.
Fear leaves through calming breaths, as the tall hourglass flips.
The night swirls back, flickering unfathomable colors.