Augustinian Premonition

Dark shadows stalk the imaginary paths of my brain Mirroring conscience reflects the torpor of my anguished soul Black clouds hover in every dark corner of my jaded psche Raining doubt and fear on the canvas of my jaundiced mind Brackish tears of penance but soil the pores of my fever-soaked face Flowing into a convoluted whirlpool of shame that constantly recycles my depraved actions Emptying into the recesses of my vacuous inner being Stagnating pools of opprobrium surround my bleached heart Nauseous fumes of pride from my murky depths smother all good intentions Stranding my drowning soul in the quicksand of intemperance and overindulgence