Given who I think wrote this, you almost have to know their situation to get the full context. I think this is supposed to be a set of haiku, but a couple of the lines are off one syllable. I see the part about encountering old things you can't necessarily part with but won't ever use again, and the part about losing inspiration, but I don't see the connecting thread, unless it's just generic aging. Particularly that last line: does it refer to the items in the boxes dying through disuse and decay? That's easier to buy than it being the people themselves, though the language supports the latter. The reason it's harder to buy that way is that it makes a judgment about their lives without the evidence. It would tend to mean they didn't leave the house much, but that doesn't equate to poor quality of life, so we'd need the additional piece to get there.

Two events in a row I get a villanelle! It's kind of close to having a meter, but one isn't required. A fair number of the rhymes are stretches, though: fried doesn't quite match the others in its slot, and neither does sells.

I like this idea that a well of ideas also provides respite from the sun as the speaker digs deeper, but the "will I ever see the sky?" is working against that, so I'm getting mixed signals. I'm not as sure about the last line. A villanelle does allow it to be altered somewhat, but you may be pushing how much you can get away with.