Depressive Thoughts Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

Guests uninvited,
nested slowly were leaving the houses,
guessingbad for them,
and for us cold days of winter.
Leaves like torn from hope,
from the promises human fell into a coma.
It was autumn, winter was coming!
Like scary dragons in children's stories,
black, dark,
buckets of sky filled with fog,
killed sun in a sense,
with its icy shower.
Meadow, beaten by the ice,
looked bloody or maybe rusty,
and its freshness green,
was in clinical death without pulse.
Flocks of birds,
as drawn in pencil,
in flight symmetrical on white paper,
wandered in search of their own miserable longing.
Crows hungry for a corpse,
they crackled the frozen air,
while the day was getting shorter.
It was autumn, winter was coming!
The dogs are barking,
oxes roared like young bulls,
sober cried,
drunk sang,
donkeys ate a lot…
Wind was blowing through chimney of the house,
and spread sorrow, horror, and fear.
Thoughtful,
I warmed myself by the fire in fireplace,
waiting for snowy desert.
It was autumn, winter was coming!