This laugh it did consume my thoughts
The sound echoed everywhere
But I never could find the source
Something told me the laugh was real
I feared I would never find proof
I woke one night sweating – panting –
A night terror I often had
I sensed someone was in my room
The lights revealed only silence
Was this laughter all in my head?
Months passed and I ignored the sound
I had almost forgotten it
When I first saw the laughing man
A grin as wide as an ocean
His was always the laugh I heard
He followed me everywhere
I thought no one else heard his noise
But he was there and he was real
I confronted him one dark night
He bit a chunk out of my neck
Then I became your laughing man
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
