A Poem About Highways

I think I should’ve stopped writing a little earlier, but I didn’t and instead came up with this bit of “poetic” writing.

I think that in terms of imagery this might provide something, but otherwise its value as a poem is rather low.

I hope you enjoy.

Thin roads carry distances from which an end cannot be seen
Traveled along they are, looking for something along their body
There are many places to turn off, but none provide an exit
Only a detour and a distraction during a break

The roads are followed over small spans of time
Though said spans seem lengthy when experienced
Seldom do they seem as such before or after their existence
And so they are defined mostly by relation

The scenery changes through variations of the landscape
It is dominated by hills more than it is open plains
Vegetation reigns supreme over anything else
And geology remains mostly uniform

The thin roads continue through the vast expanse
Full of nothingness and everything
They stretch beyond any suggested end
They their body is followed by those looking for something

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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