Woman in a box

I stared down at her.
Her derma was once smooth, lacking blemish.
Now it had the mark of age,

With a stroke, I shut her eyes.
They once lit up, once vibrant and curious.
Now they told tales of the past,

My tears dropped on her lips.
They exuded power when she spoke, pure pansophy.
Now they were sealed with the stamp of cessation,

I remembered all of her ideas.
Her mind was a kingdom of possibilities,
A home of visions.
Now its city had been raided by time.
Trapped in its household, never to see the light.

Now she was just a woman in a box.
Soon to be swallowed up by the greedy earth.

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