A Catholic Wonders Why

Why do I induldge this passion of mine,
If it’s about sex, I will get involved,
I cyber and write, it’s all so sublime,
A worldly pleasure, it can be absolved.

But I never ask, forgiveness for sin,
Knowing myself, I will do it again,
I cannot ask, I’ll perform the same sin,
A hypocrite, I think I will be then.

And so I wander, what some call filth,
I have tried to stop, to reform myself,
And read the bible, or books of that ilk,
Not even fantasy, with dwarf or elf.

Weak is my will, I am always pulled back,
Is it strength or conviction that I lack?