Requirement

Doomed to breath the pure air,
uncontamined by others' presence.
Doomed to stare over the sea,
having no one to say its fair.
Doomed o receive the soft daffodil,
bought down the corner by me.
Doomed to walk the white shores,
leaving the sole trail of my footprints.
Doomed to sleep unconditionally,
forgotten, in no presence of yours.

Deliberately reduced the cursed engine
to size no human eye will catch,
sent it to death in tiles of asparagine
instead of keeping it away to stash.

Safely hidden face on the loom.
A broken desire, slowly forgotten.
The pale quietness of a moment stolen.
Still not released from a life so doomed.