The time has come. I feel it as it looms outside my door.
It has my whole body standing at attention with the feeling of dread.
And I know I must face this monster once more.
I walk towards the door, with the stroll of the living dead.
I walk out into the sun lit day.
So beautiful the animals think it is time to play.
Still the heavy feeling in the pit of my soul remains.
For to get the upper hand will be hard to gain.
But I proceed. For I know what awaits me.
And yes there it is. Where I knew it would be.
All hope is all but gone.
To battle this all alone.
OK here goes. I can do this.
As the old lawn mower cranks with a hiss.