Shelley L Baxter
Shelley L Baxter Poems
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*** 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with a few strands all about her withdrawn face.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.
Surrendering To Him.
I feel so helpless. Washed up on the rocks.
My arms and legs tied behind me...
In a distance there you are, sinking out of my sight.
I flop and wiggle trying to release myself from the fishers net
which purposely captured me.
The devil himself claws at my flesh,
as the evil one's twine tightens up
around my wrists, ankles and throat.
Like a fish on dry land~dry sand.