Eve Poem by Adora Williams

Restlessly distracting myself from time
Time that I try to believe is just a point of view
But it limits me to being here and now

I'm dismal

The quiescence of a dawning week and I'm weak
Expecting for the worst but craving the best that was left
I couldn't lock my door as I failed to lock my heart

And I'm lost as I lose my time

Precious time. Irredeemable time
That deceives me

As I mistake its lines

I left the script to next week
I failed even before the eve
I failed Eve

I was lured by the concept of love
I was lured by the conception of any concept
That could make me feel anything at all
Without my command
Unintended

And now I overlook the background while I complain
Defocused by lack of interest from my limited glance
While I turn my attention to my wits in chains

From my art of loving lost in flames