Augustinian Chronicle

Feelings of despair dredged from the murky dephths of my past Hoisted through my corroded conscience's porthole Reconnoitering barge of restitution pushes despondent thoughts through my inner being Then tows the shame and guilt of my depraved condition to mind's hatch  The murky dross of yesterday's sins seeps deep into my addled psche The residual guilt oppresses my soul The brackish bilge of cankerous jealousies trolls through my grieving spirit My trembling hands grasp the anchor of remorse but slip into the deeper moor of penance Earlier missteps have my struggling feet sinking ever deeper in the quicksand of hopelessness The smokestack spews nautious fumes from the froward deeds of my virile youth My shaky rudder teeters as the raw sewage of past debauchery overwhelms my senses Sailing my sinking yacht to the edge of sanity and rational existence Carried along by the unsettling currents of inconstancy and vacillation Docking in the harbor of reclamation and recompense