Open me

Open me

Use pliers

If you must

The edges have welded

One into another

A once pristine surface

Corroded with rust

May contain history

A mystery or two

Beneath the barnacles

And encrusted handles

Overlayed with grime

Drowning in slime

Wedged between

Penury and filth

Embossed in letters

Hellbent on sorrow

With little time

Or breath left to borrow

Lies a heart of gold

In need of rescue

A release date

Is well past due

If truth be told

It might yet be too late

But be bold

And hold steady

My saviour

Hold steady