Ellie belfiglio

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

“THE FORSAKEN”

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Ellie belfiglio

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… Gold pierces sun

Forlorn skeletons snatched

From despairing rainbows

Into civilization’s realm…

… Eyes glazed with purpose

Mind armored with visions

Bodies serving life’s beat

Dragons winging through despairing visages…

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… And as night’s darkening veil

Casts its lunar shadow

Over insanely blazing eyes

My soul waits

Then falling to helpless kness

I watch myself forsake my heritage

And run

With the beasts!! …

Nov zZz

Ellie

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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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