It Waits.

It Waits.

A Story by James Jones

Open your mind

Scorching daylight 
Desert hills painted with baked memories 
Sweat in eyes 
Staring down the trail ahead 
Standing motionless 
I see it. 
On top of the hill. 
Crooked and tall. 
Blackened and disfigured. 
Broken and shattered. 
It stares. 
Silently breaking. 
I blink. 
It is still there. 
I blink. 
It is still there. 
It has always been there. 
I slowly approach. 
It waits.

© 2017 James Jones

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Added on August 17, 2017
Last Updated on August 17, 2017