You’ve done it again with your sandpaper words

As they grate and rasp on the last of my sanity

I was ready again to open up the tapestry of my thoughts

When before it was unfurled, you shredded my clarity

With a blast of heated sandstorm winds

Between our thoughts is such disparity

You kill mine and dismantle the remains

Before I share my mental melody

You misinterpret it’s grand design

Talking to a listener is excellent therapy

I find such truth in my own words

But you twist and add with such absurdity

I hardly trust my tongue to speak

I try to explain with some serenity

But your ears of stone filter away

Every word into immaturity

Till in frustration I start to weep

Which infuriates me, if temporarily

Into silence.

Until the next time I brave your sandpaper words