Insomnia Poem by Anna Cellmer

My hands wander about thicket of delusions
They go for the rhythm of rocking remembrances
The threads weave joining it with moments of happiness
They rock to sleep it’s unfulfilled dreams
They build inexpressible, divine unreality
They compress - desirous to hug all mankind,
Helpless they shove after the edges of bed
They perish in the darkness shameless, naked and thirsty
Until they put to sleep lying on the sheet powerlessly.

They know more than I‘m able to say
They still feel this what was so long ago
They are the memory of the past moments
They are the imagination of events which has't been
They are you and me and all that is
And what it lacks, they live and feel
Though they are feeded with only homesickness continually
They are as a spirits which never experienced the quiet
They wander continually, helpless in the face of they own torment.