The Prize
Laughing –
glass skeleton shattered.
Appeased with pleasure,
watching tears drip,
in silent eyes.
You’ve won this round,
always winning-
your effortless opponent,
already bandaged and bruised.
Take sweet delight –
your victory.
Another notch in your belt,
shine of conquest.
Puff-up tall giant,
as you step on your ants,
busily working –
surprised by the stomp.
Never fear,
plenty of weakened adversaries,
waiting to be smashed,
distracting your reality.
Who is it?
The long-lasting desire –
to destroy,
keep bemused; blaming.
Fulfilled,
self-proclaimed prophecy,
alone weeping,
attacking,
waiting on the next rival.
MindRetrofit7 
Very very strong words…:)
How powerful they are that they transcend time and your poem’s message shall last a lifetime
Thank you for your words LilMissJoan! They were strong emotions rushing out. đŸ™‚