Ellie belfiglio

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


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Ellie belfiglio


… One thing that I’ve been

And lived for it

Now is taken away!

Is this or isn’t this mean?

… There is nothing to spend

Nothing left

Can you comprehend?

Is this or isn’t this the end?

… Black and cold

No place to go

No one to hold

Emptiness grows by minute

A desolate silence and fear

Is this or isn’t this the woe?


… Nothing

Not a thing

Isn’t this or isn’t tis the sting?

… Soul’s bliss

Non existent

A final whisper

in your abyss

Heart trembles

It cries

Nothing, not a thing

Don’t deny

Is this or isn’t this the bye?? …




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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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