Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…




… Darkness encloses me all around,

Just like a wicked, tormented frown.

Watching shadows, I rise quietly,

Just as if they dancing.

It felt as if I was prancing-

Just for that one moment;

A prancer in  my dreams;

Or that is how it seems perhaps!


… Whatever I believe,

They’re things I can’t deceive.

Suddenly the dancing stops.

Raging shadows go off.

All of them begin attacking me.

Many things there, I can’t see…

… What is this place?

It seems like hell!

It is a nightmare wrapped in dream.

I wake up screaming…

Stiff, scared, dreadful!

Wondering how I ever bared-

The darkness that forever enclose me!! …




Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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