Oblivion

by niallkillian

Gather everything you own
and stack it against the door
barricade yourself from all
the creeping uncertainty

Then shred your finest linens
and block all crack and crevice
seal your world up tightly
from the poisoned air outside

Paint the glass with black tar pitch
it stings the eyes and lungs but
obscures your chamber nicely
against the harsh light of day

Like the pilgrim Dante found
you’ve made your home your gallows
and in that isolation
you resist the winds of change