Quagmire

A fresh walk besides a smelly gutter at home
A smelly thought of the fresh gardens of Rome 
Which freshness to cuddle in this quagmire?

Don't you listen to the morning call?
Oh the Creator of all Fresh, Rot and Gall
I ask you for help in this quagmire

I see two gems in the dark here
and there dark finds no place or prayer
Which side to choose oh God in this Quagmire?