With the days moving into the single digits

Sleep seems to be a waste of time

My eyes plead to stay open 

Take in every detail of this childhood room of mine

Feel the springs of my bed

Breathe in the scent of my house

Remember these sweet memories of summer

That slowly trickle away into a whirlpool of blur

How can this be?

My life as I know it is changing

Rearranging into something I don’t even know

Unfamiliar forms confusing emotions

These last days of freedom

Torture me until my eyes fall weak

And sleep overcomes me.