Realization Of Mistake Poem by Peter Black

A girl winked at me; how temptation brings
By an open eye sin's remembrance.
Like swords into a woman's flesh of sin sting
As hot rods on the skin marks of crime brand
When lust as love like armor covers man.

How many have I forsaken by fraud,
Turning life into death before it grew.
Drawing upon my bones the wrath of god.
Chided so, those errors never saw,
And suffering worse being blind to flaw.

Until like a flood from the river spreads
Reproach, fueled by rain coats man's crop and fields.
Leaving both fruits and weeds bloated and dead
As if that great soul broke a holy seal
At once the error of action I feel.

No longer can a women my hands touch
Nor make amends by being celibate.
As a prisoner of the past now clutch
Towards the ideas heaven contains
Yet every instant my body pains.