It Waits.A Story by James JonesOpen 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 |