When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand
Norah Jones – “Don’t Know Why”
This darkness deep inside me steeps
Its grip upon my soul stings
But I don’t remember how to release
I want to cry, but tears won’t fall
Hidden deep inside past my recall
And thus it remains to my dismay
I can’t shake it in the face others’ misery
And I tell myself I should want to be free
Yet sleepless I shrugged feigning the blasé
When I saw the break of day
This darkness deep inside me steeps
It slinks around like a sentient thing
Sneering at dawn’s early light
Sometimes I remember this shouldn’t be
But then that hope is swept from me
This melancholy holding me in sway
I’m losing grip on my control
Yet I smile, I laugh, I play the role
Because I don’t know what to say
I wished that I could fly away
This darkness deep inside me steeps
Crept into my soul on silent wings
And taken up residence there
So long I’ve floundered in this brackness
I know not the way from this blackness
And when it’s more than I can stand
I buckle under feeling drained
As all my aspirations have waned
To sail, to soar, live a life grand
Instead of kneeling in the sand
This darkness deep inside me steeps
A siren’s call, my dirge it sings
And I start to think I like the sound
Wondering how long before I break
I pray the Lord my soul to take
This misery in mocking demand
For the silver lining I can’t find
Knowing it’s not just in my mind
Joy’s a thing I can’t understand
Catching teardrops in my hand
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Raivenne-lations 
Oh this was a challenging poem to write.. the dirge and repetitions.. the darkness, the form. You didn’t make it easy for you when writing a glosa on this… but the result sings like a blues.
i agree with björn – that has a blues feeling to it and the repetitions work so well to make your point
those darkness lurking is a difficult thing to deal with and a lot of light is needed to fight it – i know moments like this as well
Depression ..a thief..
in the night
that seems
to never end..
but it can.. i know
but didn’t feel then
again.. Hope.. a message
that no longer feels in the dark..
Survival.. the only way.. to go on..
Change is certain in life.. sooner or
later.. and with zero feelings for me
eventuAlly Change came..
healing from within..
nows.. and nows
to go..
Will
to Survive.
a wait of Life
comes again..:)
Such a well expressed poem… and that too a glosa!