Lost and Found

I was on the peak of my death Depression sunk to its depth I can’t forget the tears I wept Maybe those were my last steps Lost in the dark Tired of living My heart melting out Drinking being my hobby I don’t remember much, most lines are blank But came a guardian angel Savior to the poor soul; lost soul of times Helped in joining the dots for the rhymes Changed the past for the better tomorrow Made use of the heart seen then as hollow The lost was found again All the pain made to drive away By Josepoet ©2022 #classicpoems