Morning Ghosts- by: unknown forgotten

Once I finally awoke
I realized it was not me
But a ghost that had spoke
I nodded heavily and acknowledged his words
Then as he rambled on I went back to sleep

Vicissitude- by: unknown forgotten

I can not fully comprehend what has happened this last week
For what has passed and what's to come are nearly the same
Though they may be in a different place
I can't tell what the future yields
But I feel better things in these next few days
In a week I will not feel the same
For back to the suffering and toil of daily life reigns
With habits not so quickly put down
And procrastination turning and working its way around
Time is pressed up a against a dead end alley
And at this rate I will probabably just be dead