Off Road
a place where things vanish
hopeless in a search for new life
spin across this planet like a fireball
consumer lost in a trajectory
hopeless in a search for new life
discover abandoned shoe on path
consumer lost in a trajectory
disposable remnants of human beings
discover abandoned shoe on path
thin veil of automobile tire soot
disposable remnants of human beings
enough cans for the roadside garbage
thin veil of automobile tire soot
breathed in with micro plastics
enough cans for the roadside garbage
signs of apathy on the grass
breathed in with micro plastics
choking sounds of a generation
signs of apathy on the grass
indignant glance of silent scorn
choking sounds of a generation
frantic efforts appearing redundant
indignant glance of silent scorn
pretend the need to be in love
frantic efforts appearing redundant
for a heart bruised not broken
pretend the need to be in love
walk alone by the busy highway
for a heart bruised not broken
waiting for a touch to heal
walk alone by the busy highway
hitchhike away from this oblivion
waiting for a touch to heal
accepted for the person that is
hitchhike away from oblivion
a place where things vanish
Zack Hoffman 2025
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Great poem Zack.