Bottle Up the Pain
Azure treasures,heavy laden
guarded by a sweet mermaiden
underneath a coral reef
come and sacrifice your grief
It is worth a gold doubloon
to give up mourning after noon
it feels so good to stoke the pain
embers there inside your brain
are you willing to deny it?
If you are the sea will buy it.
seal it in a Mason jar
now throw it high
and just as far
as mortal man can fling his woes
to places only Neptune knows.
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