One just wanted to fly...

In an attempt to fly...
One jumps into a dark dungeon...
Blindfold self tries to trace the walls...
But the limbs refuse to move..
Shackled..tied...stifled ...
Lonely ..crippled..one waits..waits to find a helping hand...

No calls answered..unheard go the cries..
No replies in return...
But the ears catch their laughter...
Are they happy to see one suffer?
Or is there something like..
Unhappy Laughter?
Like there are tears of happiness....

Darkness creeps in ..and the cold..
Drenches one to the bones...
Cries of agony heard again ..unheard yet again....

Sudden rush of warm blood...
Now frees the veins from the claws of cold...
Silent sparks of hope enlighten the inner being..
The light ..too bright...blindfolds the blind...
Just asked for a speck of help...and it comes down in bundles...