Day 7: Demons

 Whispering distractions,
 threading doubt through my hair,
 ever so gently robbing me
 of peace of mind.

 As if by a subtle breeze my thoughts are pulled in a million different directions,
 before plummeting into the abyss called "I forgot what important means"

 Surface pictures and words,
 spinning the wheels uselessly in my brain,
 I jump to conclusions, but they offer nothing to hold on to
 and so I fall,
 back into the dark lap of my demons.