Turning.
No turning
back.
Little by
little.
The envelope’s
pushed.
Inch by
inch
chess
piece’s
moved.
Game’s
been
engaged.
Rules
simple, yet
complex.
Survive!
Choice
after
choice,
results
coming in.
Players
come.
Players
go.
Each
daring
success.
Some
falter
early.
Knocked
off their
game.
Others
battle,
further
ahead.
Running
hard.
Mad
dash
attempt.
To what
end?
What
outcome?
How far?
At what
cost?
What
carnage
in the
wake?
How
tarnished
the soul?
Game over.
In the
end.
What was
the point?
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Excellent work.
Thanks Tom
The point is that we live our life on earth and hopefully make others lives better.
Andy
Navigating that hope is the trick. Thanks for reading.
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