Ellie belfiglio

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




… Must you go? When you do, it comes a day,

To the end of road I walk with dismay.

Your arms lock around my neck, you sigh!

Your gentle bye before leaving! God, why?

… I look through window day and night.

As times slips away, it increases my spite.

How can I see inside your world and be alive?

How can I think you will return and thrive?


… You, the soldier of the war, be strong.

You fight somewhere far and go along.

I walk down the same road every night;

Imagining to see your shadow under street light!

… Summer is over, leavesĀ turn pale.

I still stand against the door of my jail.


Closing my eyes, may be I dream,

That you are walking into the door, I deem.

… Isn’t that the strangest thing that I want to fly;

And go where the soldiers are, oh, my sigh.

As I hear the distant thunder, I dry my tears;

And hear the fall of another soldiers in my ears!! …