Luke Atlas

A Long Way Down

It’s a long way down to the cold hell below.

As I take the plunge I can’t help but feel that there should be another way out.

I stayed sheltered for as long as I could,

pretending that the storm couldn’t touch me here in my lighthouse.

 

I watched ships pass. Crammed full of human beings. Run by monsters.

The storms did more than I to try and stop them.

I just stared in horror as they fought the sea to reach the horizon, with every
          inch losing sight of the light,

losing sight of humanity.

 

Day by day the light in my refuge grows dimmer.

Soon I’ll be forced to descend into their madness,

to join the ranks of men who make pets of others.

I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen.

 

Time slows to a crawl as the heavens seem to applaud my decision with claps of
          thunder.

I could find empathy for them, since I was a slave to guilt my whole life and seen
          as nothing more.

I’ve escaped my tower, my prison, and passed two windows when I see the light
          die.

My guilt dissipates, if only for a second. You must believe me when I say that I
          never wanted any of this.

 

I did my best to stand in solidarity, but my downfall was inevitable

Having finally left my tower, leaving all that pain behind,

I no longer have to be a witness. I can be what I have always dreamed of being.

What I have dreamed we can all be.

Just a human. Being. 

 


Luke Atlas is a first-year student in the College of Engineering at Boston University from Southern California. Other than when he once entered into the creative writing portion of a speech and debate competition, Luke has never written poetry for anything other than fun or school. When he’s not learning a weird skill that is impressively useless, it’s a safe bet to assume that he is either gaming or playing guitar.