The Land of Lies

From where I tread, rocks stony surface,

Led me away from the old mantel furnace.

Earthy moss slides from bare feet wet,

In the house of folk whom I've never met.

Three walls, no more,

Crumbled heap of a disused door.

Here I sit, upon a rock,

Invisible shadows silently mock.

This young girl who sits and cries,

Running from the land of lies.

What must they think,

Of finding solitude next to rubble and an old cracked sink?

Shards of glass, pointing all directions,

Away from the impossibility of a reconnection. 

I guess they are safe in a house of nothing,

No pain, no bites, no pinch nor sting.

No tears,

No fears.

I'd rather stay and safely reside,

Rather than return to this land of lies.