Locked

Old, rusty,
my life will soon be over,
the sea has withered me away,
I only have days, maybe hours, left.
I am dying.

If Legge could see me now...
Suddenly he walks in,
the giant is here,
he lifts me up and unlocks the sideboard,
takes all his belongings.
It hurts to watch,
I am like a piece of paper in the rain,
a fruit rotting away.
He locks the sideboard,
creak
snap.