Self Deceit

I hear my heartbeat in my head

Like footsteps on the sand.

I know well my self deceit,

It washes up on land.



Cold, and it tastes like tears,

I stuff it down; say, "die."

The mirror image of my joy

So far yet shadowed nigh.



I squint my eyes against the light

That which invades my head,

I taste the truth and swallow it-

Wishing it were dead.



I hear the footprints in the sand,

Of times future and past,

I know my own self deceit,

And I know it cannot last.