I left it in neglect so it rotted,

and it is becoming a far cry from what i knew before.

I am seeing a morass;

a bumpy long ride,

a hard row to hoe,

a strong Augean Stables,

all at once,

with a heavy cross to bear.

I am at my own marathon

which i thought would be pleasant and nice.

I have never expected i would meet a verge,

where i badly want to lay myself aside.