In the realm of neurons, a tempest brews,
Where electrical storms, with their fiery hues,
Strike sudden, unbidden, disrupting the peace,
Epilepsy's dance, a chaotic release.
A neurological tango, wild and untamed,
Recalling its presence, never unnamed,
Seizures, the whispers of an unseen war,
Echoing symptoms we cannot ignore.
Convulsions and tremors, they mark its embrace,
Loss of consciousness, a fleeting chase,
Altered sensations, behaviors astray,
In epilepsy's grip, we find our dismay.
Genetics may sow the seeds of its might,
Or trauma may beckon its onset's flight,
Infections and maladies, they too can play,
In the dance of epilepsy, where shadows hold sway.
Yet amidst this turmoil, hope still prevails,
In the hands of healers, their unwavering sails,
Medication, a beacon to calm the storm's roar,
Surgery, therapy, unlocking the door.
Epilepsy, a puzzle, a mystery profound,
In its depths, complexities abound,
But with knowledge and care, we stand by its side,
In the journey ahead, together we stride.
