This is the way I deal with it The venom between the lungs which sinister stirs on the shortened breath of shaky self-esteem The poetic palpitation pleading please write your wrongs before they putrefy This is the way I deal with it It is when words dry up that the ink bleeds Dance around your feelings, call it a campfire Let others at least roast with the remnants of yours This is the way I deal with it For some it is to light the fire For others, to follow the smoke