A Higher Power

Kept in the coldness of the grey, dancing on the edge of unraveling frey. Time is the only oppressor that can say, if we are allowed to go or allowed to stay. Complacent, small-minded we are along the way, to fall for the belief we are responsible for this repartee. Anymore than comprehending a double entendre, can anyone remember a time of subtlety? Many wishes to flee for solace, emigre, unacceptable devices to be captured in a dossier. On my knees, hands in the air out loud I pray, sins spilling out, everything in disarray. Distant laughing at my naivete, A subtle touche. The silence in my head with intense ricochet, No answer from above, things never go my way.