The Prize

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.

About mindretrofit8

Sharing the twistings, and musings that twirl in my mind. Hoping others can relate, or at least enjoy... To know more about me personally you can visit my website at Mind Retrofit.
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2 Responses to The Prize

  1. LilMissJoan says:

    Very very strong words…:)
    How powerful they are that they transcend time and your poem’s message shall last a lifetime

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