Guilty Air

It's all over,
it's everywhere,
the pain and suffering,
the guilty air,
the whiff of regret,
the stench of failure,
the sickening game
won by a sick player.

It's ending now
and just beginning,
the winner ending
without a winning,
the loser losing
for being there
and both screaming
how it isn't fair.

The reeking of it,
of the play chosen
leaves all paralyzed,
involuntarily frozen,
with no movements
able to be made
with the game already
done being played.

Remnants of,
proof remaining
of the sucking of life,
the complete draining
are all that's left,
all that's there
in a time and place
where someone should have cared.