Shelley L Baxter
Shelley L Baxter Poems
*** A Portrait Of Erica...
Her black hair pulled back loosely,
flowing like a long shiny crimped mane,
with a few strands all about her withdrawn face.
My God, please take care of this teenager...
Beautiful sad brown soulful eyes,
peer through long natural eyelashs,
that have been sprayed numerous times with tears.
My God, please take care of this troubled young lady.
Wearing dark well fit clothes that are in style,
current trends up with the times, fashionable,
she still appears awkward and her demeanor unsure.
My God, please take care of your lost child.
It Is What It Is...
and play in your eyes
almost as fast as they come
the light just goes away.
Fading into an oblivion
of black, cold darkness
wondering what to do?
I lean into y