A few years ago I was giving into lust, pornography, and the rampant objectification of women... It was not much of a battle, more like a pitiless beating and I was asking for more... I wrote this poem sitting at a table by a pool, feeling sick for the way I had been treating the women there with my thoughts... frustrated that I couldn't seem to stop even though I wanted to. Out this came...
How
my eyes must sear as they burn upon you.
Lustful. Degrading.
Fear, that even you won't do.
I
didn't mean to make you meat.
Or a pill.
Or complusion.
But,
thought by thought, I got
Caught up
Bound up
Swept
up in this ever growing ocean
Which swells and breaches
Like waves crushing
beaches
Until the salt water
reaches
the root of my
character...
Making
you the object of my sin within
Rather
than my sister without
Blemish or wrinkle
Smudge
or crinkle
Crack or stain
Named by the Name which is
above all names...
