Images to my head

This page, my blank canvas
Ripped from the pad
My thoughts in conservation
From mind to hand
Hand to pen
Pen to canvas

Images running riot
Screaming like a banshee
Waiting to be unleashed
Explained to the lesser level
Or the higher level

The canvas is for no ones eyes
But my own
Why is this so?
Paper for all to see
Do not queue
It weakens my resolve
Strengthens my ego.
To see others
Waiting and needing
The want of loving and holding

Yes! I do love the canvas
Blank paper to graffiti
The pen to conserve
Images in my head