I will not heed the laughing rain
As it bankrupts the solid ground
Beneath my shadow.
I can write in my mind that I am
Autonomous
And able to sling from my boots
The mud
It's attempting to entomb me in.
The chortles are nothing more
Than a sickly breath.
I am done listening to complaints
As it attempts to dissolve me.
I will not heed the desperate rain.