Strike the match, lead me away.
Envelope me in solitude’s way.
Blind me so as not see the hurt,
In reflected eyes of earth.
Not feeling my heart pumping, I am numb.
My blood is so cold, I can’t overcome;
Ice in my brittle veins.
Take love away, let me be sane.
Even death could equal this pain,
To reveal, let me be alone,
In divine torture of my moan,
Of my inner sanctum, my own!! …
Ellie
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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!"
Ellie belfiglio 
September 27, 2018 at 10:49 am
Deep and poignant poetry, Ellie. Great poem.
September 28, 2018 at 1:19 am
Thank you.
September 28, 2018 at 5:14 am
Welcome.