Depression

Another poem came out today.
Sometimes it scares me - the things I say.
I hardly believe it comes from me,
And not some other entity.

These feelings deep inside,
Overtake the child who hides.
No concentration, no peace,
Physically tired, without relief,
Sleeping often with no belief,
Of refuge.

What does this mean, I beg you?
Rhyming feelings my venue,
Give me peace, God, give me peace.
I beg you.

There is too much to be done,
To spend my time and nothing won.
I'm tired, please let me rest.
I no longer can offer my best.

I need to concentrate this moment.
Give me refuge from my thoughts.
Give me peace through such distraught.
I beg you.