David's Poetry
Sonata
Absent to a sense
Given with no volition
Only at my own expense
Presented with ambition
Pouring in affections
An unrecognizable melody
Riddled with imperfections
Contained in a memory
Imagined flawlessly
A perfect sentiment
It's envisioned with no apology
Fully in contentment
Expressively distorted
Presented with diffidence
Rejected and contorted
The possibility of magnificence
Relinquished and dismissed
Mixed into a choked scream
A ballad left to persist
An aria of lost esteem
A tone that's haunting
Isolated with afflicted avidity
Inept and lacking
Forsaken with a humility
A nostalgia anxiety
Evolved into a chimera
In a feeble dream of satiety
Illusions of a perpetual sonata
Given with no volition
Only at my own expense
Presented with ambition
Pouring in affections
An unrecognizable melody
Riddled with imperfections
Contained in a memory
Imagined flawlessly
A perfect sentiment
It's envisioned with no apology
Fully in contentment
Expressively distorted
Presented with diffidence
Rejected and contorted
The possibility of magnificence
Relinquished and dismissed
Mixed into a choked scream
A ballad left to persist
An aria of lost esteem
A tone that's haunting
Isolated with afflicted avidity
Inept and lacking
Forsaken with a humility
A nostalgia anxiety
Evolved into a chimera
In a feeble dream of satiety
Illusions of a perpetual sonata
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