Opening up our souls is a treat indeed

For when we bare them, we let it bleed

And others then do reach out to grasp

The pain felt in an empty heart's clasp 

And then may pummel it - to the ground

Or may listen carefully to the sound

Of lonely gears as they do then turn

Trying to mesh with cogs which churn

Dry from long spells of lack of use

When times were better they did choose

To mesh with each other in fluid motion

Said feeling now comes only in a potion

Swallowed down all at once untasting

Never, ever, even one little drop wasting

And so fortified ... we then pursue

Other poor souls we can cotton to

Who may welcome our baring from our chest

And who may then pull us down, blessed

By sources who've watched over us

As we've been pulled through the mush

By unnamed creatures who've taunted

Hateful things which they've flaunted

Leaving others standing in wings as we lose

The clear directives which winners choose



- Tristram