The speaker looks at the world through tears, and everything they see seems unsettled. Winds sway and breezes burn, which flips our usual expectations: gentle things like a breeze become painful. That fits a mind under strain, where even small, ordinary things hurt.
The middle lines mention "hearts attached" and "losing patience," which suggests people who are bound to one another but wearing thin. The poem doesn't say who they are, so the situation stays open. Then the final lines turn inward. Others "fathom not," or can't understand, how little sanity is left, and the speaker puts it at "less than an atoms weight." That is almost nothing at all.
The mood is fragile and exhausted, with a quiet sense of being misunderstood. The short lines and lack of punctuation make it feel like a breath held, or a confession made softly, as if the speaker is close to breaking but hasn't yet.