Memory

Memory was a place, distant one

Standing at the door, I wait

Is it what it was, stories I spun

I keep crawling knew, its a bait 

I was laughing in the scene, I believe 

Is there a needle prick, heart bleeding 

Laugh was the humour, to deceive

I hid the pain, it was all fleeting 

Memory isn't a place, nuances 

Its just a pretence of truth, I see 

Truth I seek in my memory, qualms 

Now its too late, I cant just flee

Memory, a place or not, its a trap

At once you chirp sap and wrap