If one is truly insane,
Does one feel nothing at all,
Or everything all at once?
You feel concoctions, rather than emotions.
Chemical reactions.
A vial full of joy,
A belly full of laughter,
A dash of envy,
A splash of rage,
A sprinkling of guilt,
Seasoned with a touch of fear,
And topped off with some loneliness.
Who knows what the reaction could be.
Who knows what the catalyst is.
A broken heart,
A betrayal,
A longing,
An enemy.
To be insane is to be both a loose cannon and a straight arrow.
If one is truly insane,
Isn’t one the most human of us all?
Or is one the least feeling of us all?
Could the most insane also be the most sane?
What is sanity?
What is normality?
What is insanity?
WorldofHarley 
My kind of poetry. About insanity. My personal opinion. Most of us walk on the edge of insanity and sane. A enjoyable ride in the excellent poetry.
I’m most joyous that you enjoyed it sir!
‘It is no measure of sanity to be well adjusted to an insane world.’ That having been said, insanity is ooodles more fun – the ultimate excuse for being utterly one’s self 🙂 Great poem 🙂
Thank you kindly Miss! 😀
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