Your name was Atlas,

Which meant moon of Saturn,

And you were,

Un-earthly.

 

You offered to take me away,

From the land of pain and suffering,

But you didn’t seem to see,

That this place was home to me.

 

It had bad things,

Wonderus things,

And horribly good things.

 

It had awful things,

And miserable moments.

 

But it is home.

 

The cosmos’ stars might be beautiful,

And the view fantastic,

But I could not survive.

 

I am an earth-thing,

Born of oxygen and air,

And Atlas,

Who are you to take me away,

From the world that made me?