Stop Giving Me Grief...

Catching sandstorms,

To find calm is to find particular grains of sand,

Ground down to nothing,

How I see the world is on a whim,

Scorched by their heated wire tongues,

As I sit trying not to listen,

Have I had my fill of the world?

Or am I pouring out an empty heart?

Baltic winds should be left outside,

Come in from the cold,

You won’t stumble over my lack of words,

You took the force of nature,

Now take away my grief.