Turning Poem by John Prophet

Turning.
No turning
back.
Little by
little.
The envelopes
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
out come?
How far?
At what
cost?
What
carnage
in the
wake?
How
tarnished
the soul?
Game over.
In the
end.
What was
the point?