When Seven in the AM Struct

When seven in the AM struct

A sound echoed in the duct

It had travelled from below a flight of stairs

Right by a door that ceases airs

As my hounds cried out in curiosity

All I could do was sit up solemnly

Despite the indifference you could not see behind

There was then fear and doubt in my mind

"My, oh my, who could it be at this hour?

I've nary had time to get ready nor shower!

Outside it is still dark

Why couldn't they have just gone to the park?

Me myself and I

we keep ourselves in bed where we lie

Who could it be knocking at my door?

Is it an attack they have in store?"

The bell had rung once more, such a dreadful ode it was

And all I did was sit and ponder, allowing my worries to buzz

Perhaps it was that lad who strolls in the dead of night talking to himself

Or perhaps it's some guy looking for his shelf

Perhaps behind the door is someone waiting with a gun

How I hope eventually it'll be no one

I must sit still for you see

They'll knock all day if they hear me

Even if it wasn't a threat, I wasn't in any condition to socialize

Perhaps my mind goes far too fast, maybe it's not worth it to analyze

Still, despite logic returning to my frantic and tired mind

Anxiety crept up despite logic's effort to leave it behind

Thrice it had rung, perhaps it was something important

What was wrong with me, why was I hesitant?

There was no such thing as the boogeyman, and yet

I still fail to realize how severe my anxiety can get

In a sudden burst of stubbornness and arrogance

I decided to give the door a chance

Calling myself dumb and absolutely ridiculous

And promptly deciding that being proven wrong was more delicious

Delicious it was, quite literally

for it was my beloved neighbor who had waited so patiently

I wondered if in his head he had declared, "Finally!"

As he handed over a tray of sweets so delicately

Formally, I had apologized

And spared him of the details surrounding my mind so agonized

When the door had closed, I zoned out momentarily

And once again sat down solemnly

Within these dark walls it does me no favor

I figured that I should have been braver

Yet, once more to my room I slink

Alone in a dark room, just to think