The Way Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
The Way
Come and play
I'm bored and ready to get out
But I am short on money
Though, it doesn't matter
My brain wants to break out
I'm tied to this computer
As the words flow
However, they don't satisfy
The restlessness I have in my legs
will not subside
Until the fresh air blows on
The hot tears to stop
I have found my life is not a life
But it's a way the grief grows
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8/29/2026 2:46:37 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
...... it's a way the grief grows... significant.... thank u.. LeeAnn..