Her life was a list

Her life was a list
She knew not
what she missed
Her days were
outlines on a page
Imprisoned in her
very own cage
She cared not
for heaven nor hell
her soul had left her body
an empty shell
She had not time
for nature nor art
A well-oiled machine
was her heart
Years ticked by on
the clock on the wall
Still she’s never spared a second
to question if this was all
When in that final box
down she willingly will lay
She’ll smile her last checkmark
on her way to Judgement Day

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