Whenever my mind gets invaded

By a tempest of piercing and dizzying ideas

That seek to torment and wreck it

Testing the last vestiges of its fortress

Whenever my heart festers

Like a bubbling pit of putrid garbage

From the puncturing of disenchantment

And my tongue goes numb

From the weight of the stifling lid

That’s exerted by the normalised authority

I take my pen and draw little figures

That pile together in unified clusters

Of words….

The more drawing I make

The less turbulence lunges at my mind

The less suppurated my heart feels

The less benumbed my tongue in its cage

With every letter drawn and word formed

I feel the ebbing of the malevolent forces

That seek to void my existence