The Serengeti Flower by KV Sart

The Serengeti flower

            Grows in boggy

            Areas, grows with

            Little hairs, that

            Irritate the skin.

The name was

            One to be

            Forgotten, a nickname,

            A fake name,

            A false pretense.

The game was

            Played with no

            Rules, a lovely

            War of roses,

            Bed of thorns.

When the game

            Concluded, he was

            A broken soul,

            Crying to strangers,

            Bleeding regurgitated clichés.

The lone soul

            Sleeps alone, finds

            Himself alone, for

            Years this goes,

            Searching in darkness.

Until the lone

            Soul finds that

            There is no

            Loneliness in contentment,

            Alone not alone.

When it all

            Was forgotten, wanting

            Had ceased and

            He no longer

            Needed, he found.