Ellie belfiglio

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




On that summer night, she knew life-

Was a cliff she would fall in her strife.

What would push her, no one would ever know!

But she kept falling, unless she knew how to flow…

… Like a virus, depression eaten her away!

No hope her body produce happiness as she did stray.

What she saw blinded her on her way,

As she made her way with so much dismay.

She walked on blackened neighborhood street with fright,

Where she breathed the perfume of freshly cut grass with delight;

Where ominous bats awakened to claim the night!


… Day after day, she fell further and deep!

But no one cared, she had no one to keep!

She approached a comforting figure of a tree.

Branches stretched to her nonentity.

She closed her weary eyes, put the rope around her neck and tree!!

… Not many are aware that life is rage,

When someone lose hope and the urge-

Of pulling herself back up in place;

Instead she let death catch her and embrace!! …