Whatever it wants to be called

[kryptonitemonkey]

I have these images in my head, of all the words I wish to be said,
but when I begin to write, they fly away and mock me in flight.
I'd adore to say these words that won't come out, that scream and shout,
to be free and dance forever in the lines of verse coming from me,
alas and alack, for all my wiley thoughts they will not cut me slack.
Fly from me, come forth from my mind ablaze and leave from me though haze.