Gone

Yesterday’s tears have dried and gone.

I ended my fears with the coming dawn.

I left with a suitcase and what I had on.

Sick and tired of your lies and being your pawn.

I remembered my place – where I belong.

You always said I wasn’t that strong,

Well I left our bed and proved you wrong.

And covered in red, you finally succumbed,

To your just death, under my thumb.

Now all that’s left is for me to run.

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_{Written for the RagTag Daily Prompt #RDP – ‘Lies‘}