The Last One Standing Poem by Jo Lynn Ehnes

I never thought our lives would come to this,
a step away, yet miles and miles apart.
No more to seek from you a needed kiss,
for on this day I'd rise, I would depart

a life of torture, everlasting pain,
where you had reigned these eighteen, tainted years.
Today, there'd be no sudden scarlet stain,
you would not conquer, there would be no tears.

For on this day I'd find within myself
the courage to escape your heinous clutch.
I would not be your trophy on that shelf,
but leave you longing for my lover's touch.

I heard I left you huddled on the floor,
now I'm the last one standing in this war.