No Mercy

i close my eyes
again to what i recently see

memories strangled like hair
of a woman
on a barbed wire

blood spurts on the thorns
of a white rose

one evening
when the stars are awakened

by the sound of a man
calling the name of his lost woman

three letters
R
I
P.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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