Bad Dream (Can Not Run Away From The Inevitable For Fatal Even In A Dream) Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

Bad dream
and thought sad,
in night dark and moist.
The draft blows me,
in the darkness deaf,
in nightmare ugly,
death was foretold.
Bad dream
in skin compacted thorn,
and here landed also the black raven.
Accelerated from some forbidden entrance
came one unrestrained and stray dog.
In darkness ugly,
more and more closer came death.
From the tense rage,
howled hungry dog,
ravenwas drinking something,
and the soul did not sleep.
In twilight ugly,
more and more it smelled like death.
Heart was boiling,
And face in tears was washing.
In dawn deaf,
with item blunt and hard
blood was shed.