Silence

Reign on thou whom sowed the seed of yours truly,
since the ages of mother's agony,
to the distant future so warily.
If I mirrored luminescence of aspiration,
which scintillated the lamp of ventilation,
able to supplement me with relaxation,
thou shall endorse, profoundly.
But my optimism crafted its scattered nest
onto the prestigious literacy test,
my forte and passion was a projection
of my undying ambition;
yet thou understand not.

Thou shan't perforate my emotion
with the needles of desperation,
when sagacity of thou isn't on par,
with my vast understanding so far.
If I were not to grasp your theory,
because of your own deceitful story,
then I deserve not to be charred
by your ignorant flames of the scarred.
And thou shan't comprehend this composition,
as "I didn't understand such simple comprehension".