Trapped

I feel trapped
My wings have been clipped
There is a dirty smelly hand clamped over my mouth
My screams have been stifled
Any sound is but a muffled grunt echoing hollow in my throat

In the pitch dark I sit, the swarming mist of black engulfs me
Clawing, scratching, climbing I try to escape
Long fingers reach out and grab me
Need, responsibility, duty and love
Cloaked in grey and black hues
They blot out the light

Light? But what is that?
Is it white, is it blue or is it amber
Warm or cold
Is it peaceful? Or is it void?
Is it love? is it the touch of kindness is it the need to bind together