As I exhaust all possibilities
I’m unwillingly made to face
that lies are my only lifeline,
in this harsh, unfeeling place.
Wrapped in cozy delusions
I was sheltered from the pain.
Now that they are threadbare
what is left to keep me sane?
I just want to keep on running
from the truths invading my head.
Denial is a cherished friend
when your ‘happy ending’ is dead.
This poem is for this week’s new Trifecta challenge. The challenge this week calls for a story or poem between 33 and 333 words in length. It also must feature the word: Exhaust. Not just any definition of the word exhaust will be excepted though, only the third one which is to consider a subject completely or try out every number of something. If you are interested in trying out the challenge, the link above will take you there!