Picking up the pieces <br />You scattered across the floor <br />When you in a fit of rage <br />Walked out the door <br /> <br />You cared not what you had done <br />Nor the hurt you were to cause <br />Your bitterness was so great <br />Within your jealous rage <br />You tore so many leaves <br />From our daily page <br /> <br />You yelled and screamed <br />Letting no other’s words in <br />You accused with contempt <br />At what everyone had to say <br />Blaming everyone for your misgivings <br />Saying it was all their fault <br /> <br />Two small faces watch from the hall <br />At your reckless wrath <br />With tears of fear they watch <br />As you smash things against the wall <br />You have no thought of what you do to them <br />No thought whatever at all <br /> <br />You are so consumed with rage <br />At things you’ve made up in your mind <br />You see not the hurt <br />You are going to leave behind <br />When you barge passed them <br />To get out the door for ever more <br /> <br />Now I’m left picking up the pieces <br />Hoping that they will all fit <br />Comforting the victims <br />Of your fit of jealous rage <br />Hoping I can find enough pieces <br />To start a new daily page<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/picking-up-the-pieces-2/
