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