No Winners Here

Where does our love live? Where is our heart located? Why can't I find the switch to turn it off? It's a smolder inside and I can't put it out.
.A guild was sought but not wanted. A friend appeared and then abruptly vanished. A heart begged for a friend but was closed. The child cried and refused to be consoled.
The salve only offered a brief respite. A kind thought was needed but rejected. Hope was beyond reach. Defeat was the master.
Defeat came without a beginning. A Crown existed without a kingdom. Eyes looked with tunnel vision. The ears could not recover from childhood infections.
There are no winners here. There are no players here. It's an illusion of smoke and mirrors. It's a paved losers road. The Pawnee Cowboy