The Control He Lacked

In a fit of uncontrollable rage
He smashed everything
Afterward, when he had calmed down
He tried to put everything back as it was
                                       However,
                                       Like an egg cracked open
                                       And scrambled in a bowl
                                       Somethings
                                                   Once destroyed 
                                       Just cannot be
                                                   Repaired                                                                   
                                                   Or restored                      
        Unfortunately, what he had smashed in his rage
Was what he treasured above all else
                          And now all he could do
                          Was mourn
                          It's passing
                                       At his own hand