A Poem About a Long Drive

This is a really rough writing.
I probably didn’t need to put all of this in poem format, but I did, so here you go.
Really uneven and somewhat-vague. Could’ve been much better.

I hope you enjoy.

It begins in the morning
Sounds low and muted
The droning hum increases
As many join the bitumen

It comes and goes
As spaces widen
Whilst pathways narrow
To preserve direction

Features rise and fall
Constantly during motion
They’re formless and uniform
Yet differing in details

The path turns and leads
Yet seems lacking
For it stretches
From day to night

Afternoon arrives
Illumination increases
A mass of others
Appear for some moments

The scenery changes
Cast within light
In this shining moment
Day’s last hours fall

The sounds become
A solitary hum
Until a new collective
Finds itself seen

From there flow expands
Until the path diverges
As the journey concludes
It ends in the night

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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