Accepting My Place

In my place nobody longs to die but they don’t care to live their “like this” In my place there’s echoes of silent outcry enduring deaths slow burning kiss In my place shattered photographs of family and friends paint the walls In my place scenes of long lost dreams like spiderwebs hang in the halls In my place there’s no gravity keeping us tethered to hope In my place we strain in painful refrain of telling ourselves we can’t cope In my place everyone finds their defeat in options the same as mine In my place we face how our death will erase every dream ever had of our time In my place there’s more hollow space than even I can define What I wouldn’t give for the option to live in anyone’s place but mine