I am in chaos

The storm is whipping around me like a spiral of reverberation and creating black and blue bruises on my body

I struggle to hear what is a bird of day over the flash.

Excuse my gait and I will run to the sound like a moth to a flame

The bird's sound is a blast of color in my gray rushing world that I alone can see the insects in the walls and the cracks in the sidewalks

And every noise fills the world with a small splash of color to my dull monochrome world that I cannot escape from

I will tear away from my chains and become free

So that one day I will see in color

Wooow. I really haven't been on here in a while.
This was actually written for one of my friends and it's kinda on the short side. I haven't really written poetry in a while so please be kind to me.