MALADY

Malady

It rolls in like a London fog

Mysterious and thick it flows

Leaving trails ore the surly bog

Yet no one knows where it goes

Once enveloped in its cold embrace

It begins its subtle molecular coup

Taking captive to secure and enlace

So that it can deploy its alien crew

Entrapping souls in a crazy juxtaposition

Reality and fantasy run together

Not really sure of the true condition

As dangerous as the unstable weather

Till all held in its savage melodic spell

Become participants in its sad parade

The transformation runs through every cell

And we keep up the pathetic charade

Then all at once it dissipates like it came

Leaving a path of devastation behind

But rest assured it will return once again

This cyclical malady of the soul and mind