Where do I belong

Finger pointed
like cold—
a steel barrel,
pointed at my head
you will never amount to much
much
to much
to much
to soft, he said
better stay and know your place
it’s not here, he said
away
away
away from here
shoot me down when I am low
down
and down
and down, he said
to the darkest depths of naught
where all devoid souls do rest
mark your place,
your space, he said
now go,
I said—go
now go!