Within the boundless granules
of gritty life I am caught.

Tossing, tumbling with the gale winds,
the stinging fades and
tears clear my vision;
it's merely the eye
of the sandstorm I'm in.

Even as I blink a blanket
of glass shatters into
minutia that bury into my soul.

Whipped about by the
draining negativity as it
penetrates all I see.

Each sorry so tiny,
each pain so brief;
yet together a mass of
dirt clouds my views.

Then it fades when the
thirst to exist dies
and a desert rose remains.