Adam's Rib
Adam's Rib sat and heard all his cry's, and watched as he wiped all the tears from his eye's.
Constant abuse had made him so sad, was it any wonder he had become so slightly mad?
She had failed in her job to make his mind right, he'd still wake in fright in the dead of the night.
Adams Rib sat and listened to his life, and all of the pressures he'd put on his wife.
but try as she would to pacify, he'd still have those thoughts that his health was a lie.
Adam's Rib sat and wondered in vain that whatever was said he'd still be the same.
Abuse would leave deep scars. Even if the wounds are healed, the memory will hurt forever, each time we touch the scars... I think we may need to make other memories, beauty and love filled to clad the painful ones. The wonderful wife in this poem may have claded those wounds. Wonders are only normal we are what our experiences printed on us not what we would wish to be...A wonderful, full of depth poem, thank you for share.
likely u speak of the inevitanbility of destiny...or maybe intrasigence... either way well written cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good poem on Adams Rib. well it was Eve and that's why we are all here. enjoyed