On Ruing the Past

[Brahma]

On Ruing the Past

Morbid thoughts of ill-done deeds
sprout within my mind like weeds.
Each waking hour, from first to last,
they blight the present with the past.

I took her out at dead of night
and buried her by candlelight,
Among the gum trees in the park,
(there’s no-one out there after dark).

I know I should have bought a plot -
the kind the local Council’s got.
But times are tough, the money tight,
and no-one mourns the beggar’s plight.

So as I sit and rue the past,
those morbid thoughts come thick and fast.
If they don’t stop, it’s very plain -
I’ll have to dig her up again.

[Delta40]

This was witty yet moving at the same time Brahma. I think the rhyming tool worked really well here.

[Brahma]

Hello, Delta40.

Thank you for your comments.

Regards,

Brahma

[deryk]

The symbols are petrified and the narrative is as amusing as it is haunting. I feel like I'm taking pleasure in secrecy and and loathing the reality at the same time. Well done.

[MorpheusSandman]

Here's a case where the lightness of the rhyme balances nicely against the darker sense of desperation. I really love that closing couplet; it expertly creates a sense of tension about what he'll do as, after all, we've already established he's willing to dig someone else's grave!