#WritcoPoemPrompt115
Threw out old boxes,
Regrets and photographs,
Empty pockets and lockets,
Piles that flocks,

Day and night
House full of light
Feeling right
Nothing to fight

Nearing peace
As darkness cease
Feeling ease
Away from the crease

Caused by redoing the past
Now, it is the last
The last time because time is fast
And the world is vast, so I must go and sass
© AJ_SAID_100(AJ)