Fear

Chest's pounding.

Breaths counting.

Feet slapping against the pavement.

Sweat dripping.

Nerves chilling

My mind attempts to reach atonement.

But it never gets there.

Running is the place where I go

When I try to forget my sins.

But the only thing left to show

Is the admittance that pornography wins.

I seek to break free.

I seek to have purity.

But I am like a slave chain-bound,

And only Lust holds the key.

She whispers in my ear,

Assuring me of  the false prosperity

That unwanton sex is the path to everlasting security.

I shake my head,

And run from bed.

But, alas!

She is also my worst fear.

The idea that I can never marry,

Or have a girlfriend,

My mind has already been seared.