Wish the image in my mind

Could be put on paper

Pristine, crisp

or

Abstract, colourful.

 

Sometimes I succeed with words

But not with pen, pencil, paint

On Canvas

or Paper.

 

The image in my mind

mocks me, taunts me.

It wants out

It wants more

 

But I cannot fulfill its imaginary whims.

And it hurts my soul.