Insanity: A Poem

A virus in the Universe
Unto which we cannot see
When intelligence is cursed
Into incomplete sanity

Physically,
Chemicals imbalanced
Mentally,
Clawed by eagle’s talons

Some call it madness
Others call it crazy
But they feel not wild nor angry
For they are unaware, much like a baby

Eerily,
They watch, heartless, like ghosts
Spiritually,
Dead dust deep inside the cosmos

What even is a man diseased with this plague?
A man is born to think, not to die every day
Declaring war on an unseen force
Is like reviving a long fallen crumbling corpse