In the Corridor

Let no force take me away,

Let that one moment last.

When I am truly Yours.

I am tossed around by waves,

One moment I was holding Your hand,

The other we were miles apart.

How do I let them overpower me,

They fulfill me in no way,

Rather deplete me of the little I have.

Yet I allow myself to be engulfed,

Visit with them their dark abodes.

Not for long can I handle that,

Thus, am soon out of their doors

For sure.

But see that Your doors were lost too,

In the meanwhile.

The crack in the window,

Which glistened with Your light,

Which took years to form,

Seems to have shut tight.

So,

the disgust prevents me from taking their doors,

the insincerity prevents me from Yours,

and the vacuum prevents me from standing in the corridor.

Take me in please,

and shut the door so well,

that no one dares enters

and snatches me away from You.

Shut the windows well too,

So that I dont wriggle out

Hearing the cries of my foolish friends. 

Anywhere You keep me,

I will be,

I assure.

But not in the corridor.