Ellie belfiglio

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

Sleepwalker

Leave a comment

25182362_469215983479810_2848836064982605066_o

In a cold winter night,

A sleepwalker I was in dread.

Waging through a barren place;

Void of life, love and grace.

Felt the truth of the heart;

Watching my moves like spies.

My heart whispers of my own;

A crystalized in each stare.

Destiny was a chance;

I took it in my hands to glance.

I was chained to a door!

Hatred in face, stared at space!! …

The sleepwalker’s blood,

Felt no danger in blues.

Only obsession in that room.

My soul was a mirror;

With passion in evil tomb…

Crying, laughing, screaming, calling fire.

All around this sleepwalker os mine!! ….

fb_img_151970664471021291500950453

Ellie

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!"

Let everybody be nice!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s