Picking Up The Pieces

Picking up the pieces You scattered across the floor When you in a fit of rage Walked out the door You cared not what you had done Nor the hurt you were to cause Your bitterness was so great Within your jealous rage You tore so many leaves From our daily page You yelled and screamed Letting no other’s words in You accused with contempt At what everyone had to say Blaming everyone for your misgivings Saying it was all their fault Two small faces watch from the hall At your reckless wrath With tears of fear they watch As you smash things against the wall You have no thought of what you do to them No thought whatever at all You are so consumed with rage At things you’ve made up in your mind You see not the hurt You are going to leave behind When you barge passed them To get out the door for ever more Now I’m left picking up the pieces Hoping that they will all fit Comforting the victims Of your fit of jealous rage Hoping I can find enough pieces To start a new daily page