Empty roads
Out in the fields,
Runnin’ and drivin’ on endless hills.
Alone in this void.
Alone on this road.
Birds chirping near the stream,
Gushing wind and sunbeams.
Echoes through the meadows.
A voice comes back as it blows.
I was inspired by a music group called Hollow Coves. In the poem I used some imagery and rhymes. I structured the poem by separating different moments you have out in nature that convey hollowness.