The Poet Poem by Jamuna Z

Waited to write something,
Precious, vulnerable, valuable or worthless;
Just some words leaps in mind,
Then lost in the web of vaccuam,
Deep very deep,
Like the great universe.
The same question arises again in mind,
Actually what am I doing?
What did I truly desire?
In the middle of million of million galaxy,
In the ocean of though and imagination,
Rock hard feelings suddenly appear.
What to write?
How to write?
Too hard it is for a poet
When poems lost all rhymes,
Too painful for a artist
When no pain can draw a mark,
Too hard for a scientist
When all invention is already invented.
Last but not the least,
Still wanna write something,
still have somethin' to write.
Promise to the universe,
'Till the last breath.

Somethin' to write,
Poet forgets, try recalling all past, present,
Till the vague future,
I need some word, some metaphors, some sentences,
Didn't find any.

Poet regrets.